On Thursday I had to leave everything I had. On Thursday I leave my family, my friends, my house, my work, the life I have known so far.
I had to pack my life in a suitcase of 25 kilos. How does it take a whole life in a suitcase? Well, like many Venezuelans, I have to pack my life and open my wings to this new adventure.
Literally it was not so difficult, so take a plane from the island of Margarita to La Fría in Táchira state. In La Fría I was waiting for a taxi to take me to the border to seal the exit in my passport and then I had to walk a few blocks to seal my passport at the entrance of Colombia. After sealing my entrance to the country there, I took a bus that left me at the Cucuta terminal to take a 16-hour express to reach Medellin.
Upon arriving in Medellin my uncle was waiting for me to take me to the apartment. I arrived in Medellin on Friday at noon, when I arrived I was very tired and took the opportunity to rest a little.
Rest and perhaps mourn a little something that I did not allow myself to do on the trip and I told my family that I did not want them to cry because I left Venezuela with the faith of having a better future. But even if we do not want to cry, it is not easy to leave the family and not know when you see her again.
A year ago I never thought that I would be far from my family and starting from scratch but it touched me. As it is touching many Venezuelans, this is our reality we must leave everything in search of a better future that unfortunately in Venezuela we do not have.