Integrating into Raro Life
It feels surreal to be back in the U.S., after having spent 6 months on a tiny island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. My last day felt like any regular day - working out at 6 am, roaming around at the Saturday markets, sunbathing on the beach, and having a delicious meal with my friends. It didn't hit me that I was leaving Raro until I woke up with an hour left until landing on LAX. There were no barking dogs to wake me up; August and September were no longer snuggling up beside me; Mama wasn't there to greet me; and I wasn't able to step outside and hold Kokane or Bully in my arms. At that moment, I cried. There was no way to stop these tears.
Coming to Raro, I did not expect myself to integrate into island life so easily, comfortably, and deeply. From Esther Honey to my workout classes and Hash, I became a part of many different communities on the island and was able to form many beautiful relationships. I got to meet people from Europe, U.S., Australia, New Zealand, South Pacific Islands, and Asia. I picked up new words from different cultures and started using them in daily conversations. I use 'aye' in the end of sentences and say 'yeah' and 'yes' in a NZ accent. Coming into the island hating coconuts, I have returned to the States craving for a fresh nu. I have come back home 50 shades darker and it may take a lengthy time for me to return to my normal skin tone, get used to Seattle's cold and rainy weather, and readjust to the big city life. Raro has changed me in so many ways and I want to thank everyone who has been in that part of this eye opening transformation.
I still think pawpaw smells like vomit though.