October 28, 2010
I’ve been thinking a lot about Tahiti lately.
I had to find in on the globe.
I knew it was in the pacific, but that’s well, a quarter of the planet.
It is to the east of me, far away, a tiny speck of islands between New Zealand and South America. Huts over the turquoise water, tropical tans, lots of tourists.
French is the native language. They kiss every greeting, on the cheeks, left and right.
I am not planning on going to Tahiti, but part of my heart is…..
My eldest daughter just got accepted into an exchange program. It is only for a month. She would live with an unknown family. And obey their rules. She will have to speak a new language and learn a new culture.
She is not sure she will go, she is concerned about money (something that sometimes gets complicated). She says if her father and I help pay for the trip, she will pay us back. She wants to pay for it by herself.
Stay, I say. Wait another year.Wait until you are 16, you’ll be more ready then. “But I’m almost 16,” she replies and smiles.
She says if she doesn’t go this year, she has convinced herself, she will never ever go. It will be a missed opportunity.
I am not one for iPhones, cars or diamonds, but I don’t like to miss an opportunity.
It seems she feels the same way.
She is starting to plan, her decision will be set in stone November 15. Her plane leaves Dec. 28th.
I will celebrate with her if she stays or if she goes, I love her no matter where she is….