For the past two and a half years, I have loved living in Medellín, Colombia. I’ve lived in many places, and traveled all over the world, and I finally felt like I had found my home.
But now my future here is up in the air. My visa application was rejected, and I’m required to leave the country by Friday.
To say this is a disappointment would be an understatement. I’m utterly devastated. I’ve been waking up in the middle of the night, frightened and forlorn. Oddly, this experience makes me feel like a failure. Loss is loss, and rejection is rejection, I guess. It feels like a sudden death of a loved one, or an unexpected break-up.