There is something so definitive in a one-way ticket, it made my heart cling. I have mixed feelings: I am finally going home, to see my family after so long. I am leaving a country that meant many tears and much happiness all at the same time, where I met majestic disappointments and wonderful friends. I will board the plane knowing that I could have done so much more. I never gave a real opportunity to Kenya, and this I regret, even knowing that it could not have been any different at this point in my life. When I was in Santo Domingo, I was Dominican. Here, I have always been an expat, and as such I leave, set free and somehow prisoner of what could never be. And, above everything else, I will sorely miss the disgraced country that I visited only once.
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