The last couple of weeks I've reached that level of feeling good in my new home. When driving around it is as if I see my environment for the first time. Beautiful landscapes, the lagoon, the green mountains with the whimsical shapes. In the beginning I was so concentrated on the road, trying to find my way without guiding system ( it doesn't exist in the cars on Reunion Island), driving uphill praying that the engine would not stop, to notice any of the tropical scenery.
Yesterday I overcame the last obstacle on my way to feel independent and drove to the mountain village nearby via the steep road. By coincidence, I was driving behind a car of a driving school and thought “if a student has to drive here, I can do it too”.
I must admit that I wasn't expecting to go through the same roller-coaster as 13 years ago when moving abroad for the first time. I thought it would be easier if I approached it as a well deserved sabbatical, but I guess you can never reach a level of an accomplished expatriate. There is always a transition time, and you are entitled to all the ups and downs it takes to make it your home.