Belonging Somewhere Else-Tales of Tahiti
Tahiti-Laying down in the shade of a frangipani tree, the smell of the flowers and coconut mixed with the saltiness of the ocean, the burning sand on my feet and the sun glowing on the water. That’s the sight of Tahiti, I want to remember. But in reality, the last thing I saw was my dog, sitting in the living room looking at my mum, my little brother and me, leaving.
I was used to the change and having to adapt to a new environment but I was definitely not ready for this change.
When I was 16 years old, my family and I decided to move to Tahiti. I have traveled my whole life, thanks to my mom, she is a professional in organizing trip and holidays. Plus we moved all over France so at this point, I was used to the change and having to adapt to a new environment but I was definitely not ready for this change. My father is still in Tahiti and sadly my dear dog died almost about a year ago there.
I don’t see the point of telling you the whole process of the move, it’s kind of long and boring so I am going to jump right to when we got off the plane.
The air is not the same, the excitement that my mum and I felt during the trip was making my heart hurt. I could not stop being amazed at everything I was seeing. At the airport, the singers in traditional apparel playing the ukulele were already amazing to me. My eyes would not stop staring at the man’s finger playing that instrument and the dancing women’s hips. I was happy in the purest form. This feeling of well being and inner peace that I was looking for was there since day one. This is how I started to feel like I belong here.
This feeling of well being and inner peace that I was looking for was there since day one
Before we moved, we left everything behind, this is why my brother was not super excited to leave, he had friends for the longest time in Lyon and he doesn’t like tropical weather. I left behind people I’ve known for 5 years, it was a huge deal but I felt no regret, no pain, no sadness. I was taken by the sickness of wanting new air. My best friend (who owns this blog with her boyfriend) was heading to China so really I was excited for this new beautiful chapter.
I don’t know about you but I felt like I was supposed to be somewhere else until I stepped on the Tahitian ground, I felt at
I’m not nervous in social situations so I was more than excited to meet new people, I wanted to study Finances and Human resources, only happiness and fulfillment were to fill my year. I bloomed at school with those wonderful people and exceptional teachers. The feeling, now that I have came back feels surreal, and like a dream. This leaves me with a bitter-sweet taste.
When I came in, and everyone stared at me for once it felt good,
First day of school was wonderful, Tahiti might be considered as a French territory, it feels like a different country, the flair, the atmosphere, the smell of Tiare, the women wearing flowers in their hair. It is almost a whole body and spirit experience. There was this weird feeling when I entered the classroom, everyone looked a little bit like me, I felt linked. I was a week late because the plane tickets were fucking expensive so we had to leave later. When I came in, and everyone stared at me for once it felt good, I was supposed to be here sitting next to those people. Side note, I look Tahitian but I’m not, so everyone thought I was on the first day. I felt happy. This experience was one of the best trips I ever had.
I remember my mom telling “ I think we’re making a mistake, we shouldn’t leave”.
Fast forward, We had to move out form Tahiti a year later, the first heartbreak of my life. You think that leaving is not hard but you can move on with your life easily, well that’s not how it goes. Especially when you thought you would stay at least 4 years, it was truly hard and disappointing. Once again we had to let things go, but this time, we did not want to let go. And I remember my mom telling “ I think we’re making a mistake, we shouldn’t leave”. Three years later we are still telling ourselves that.
But you know, sometimes you gotta get up and keep on pushing. And I truly believe everything that life throws at you, you should make something out of it, take those opportunities, Tahiti was an opportunity I never regretted going there, and never will I. Because I met wonderful people I consider family and so many memories were created.
Moral of the story is therefore, don’t be afraid of taking risks
The moral of the story is therefore, don’t be afraid of taking risks, asking that cute person on a date, going camping with your friend, even with the smallest thing you never know what you are going to get out of it. You never know until you try.
Tahiti was the best year of my life, it helped me grow into the person I am today, I don’t think you can change yourself, but you can become what you
Even If you think you belong somewhere else, maybe wait, now is not the time and take that opportunity you’ve been scared to take when it comes along.