Six years ago, I left my homeland, Venezuela, behind, looking for a new beginning in Colombia. I arrived with a suitcase full of dreams and a heart full of hope. At first, everything was new and sometimes overwhelming. The streets, the people, even the weather, everything was different. But little by little, Colombia embraced me. In every corner, I found a little piece of home. The Colombian arepas reminded me of my grandmother’s, and the warmth of the people made me feel less alone. I learned to move in this new world, to value the little things, like the sound of the Colombian accent that is now also part of me. These years have been ones of struggle and growth. I have worked hard, I have fallen and I have gotten up stronger. Being an immigrant is not easy, but it has taught me to be brave, to value every step I take, and to appreciate the beauty of the mix of cultures. Colombia has given me a lot, and although I miss my homeland, I have found a new home here, one that I build day by day with love, effort and a smile, always remembering where I come from and where I want to go.
