France, it’s time to say goodbye—at least for now. As I look back on the past 2 years and 6 months, I’m struck by how deeply this chapter has shaped me. When I left Singapore, I came armed with hope, excitement, and dreams of immersing myself in a culture I’d long admired. I imagined myself mastering the language, finding a rhythm in a new way of life, and building a future that felt bold and meaningful.
Reality, however, had its own plans.
Living here was both exhilarating and humbling. From the endless admin hurdles (visa rejections included) to the daily challenge of navigating life in a language I was still learning, I threw myself into every twist and turn. There were incredible highs—stumbling upon charming corners of Toulouse, reconnecting with touch rugby, and forming bonds with remarkable people. But there were also moments of deep isolation, the kind that comes from striving to belong in a place where you’re still finding your footing.
The hardest part, though, was the personal life I couldn’t quite create. I came here longing for connection, for love, and for a sense of belonging that would make this foreign land feel like home. Despite my best efforts, I often felt like an outsider looking in, unable to break through the barriers that stood between me and the life I envisioned.
Admitting that a dream didn’t unfold as planned is never easy, but I’ve come to see this chapter for what it truly was: a time of growth and discovery. France taught me to rely on myself, to adapt, and to find beauty even in the difficult moments. And while leaving feels bittersweet, I know it’s the right decision for where I am now. Returning to Singapore isn’t a step backward nor does it signify failure—it’s a step toward the life I want to create. I’m ready to take this new path with purpose and hope.
In many ways, this journey reminds me of touch rugby, a sport I rediscovered during my time here. The game is about creating openings, adapting to challenges, and finding a way forward even when the obvious path is blocked. That’s the wisdom I’m taking with me now: when one direction doesn’t work, you shift, you pivot, and you keep moving.
France, you’ve been both my toughest challenge and my greatest teacher. You taught me independence, resilience, and the value of trying, even when the odds weren’t in my favor. For that, I’m endlessly grateful. You also provided me the space to embrace my purpose as a yoga teacher, a journey I never imagined would culminate in the creation of Wiy Yoga in Toulouse—a milestone I once thought unattainable. To have hosted several full classes is a testament to the blessings, abundance, and trust bestowed upon me by kind souls who allowed me to guide them. This experience reaffirms that I am the architect of my own life. With a touch of courage, an unwavering belief in the seemingly impossible, and the willingness to wholeheartedly pursue my passions, success is always within reach.
As I prepare to close this chapter, I do so with gratitude for the memories, the friendships, and the lessons I’ll carry with me. This isn’t goodbye forever—it’s à bientôt. Someday, I hope to return, not as someone searching for her place but as someone who has found it.
Here’s to the next chapter and to all that lies ahead. Merci, France—you’ve left an indelible mark on my heart.
To anyone who thinks leaving feels like failure, let me tell you this: there’s no shame in pivoting. Courage lies not in clinging to a dream that no longer serves you but in forging a new path with hope and determination.
Love,
Wiy
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