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Exploring Colombia, and giving direction to my aimless wanderings, no longer aimless.
When I left Colombia in February, I was unsure if I would mentally and emotionally be able to return.
I spent so much time building the life I wanted here, and when it went away, I had a mental crisis. Which I usually do not have; I blame writing and getting in touch with my feelings, which is a good thing, even if I hate it.
I also decided that I needed to return to Colombia, shocker. I love this country. I will not be here as long, as I have summer plans in a land far, far, far away, yet it will be like a pilgrimage to the homeland in a way for me.
So yes, I am back in Colombia after two months in the US. I had a great time, I love visiting my family, but that does not feel like home anymore.
Every time I return here, I naturally transition into where I partly belong. This time, I am traveling, so I am in a little town called Zipaquirá, Colombia, which I can not pronounce for my life, but I have tried.
