View Article  An airline ticket was not enough
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Getting where I am took more than an airline ticket, two suitcases, one backpack, a couple hundreds in hard currency and saying farewell to people I love.

For the most part of my life, becoming an expatriate was never considered as a choice. It’s true that I once had the right to opt into a special immigration program allowing for my extended stay in foreign soil; however, even then I chose otherwise and went straight back to the Dominican Republic. Leaving behind my childhood dreams of growing, living and spending the remainders of my days in the Dominican Republic has not been easy, nor worthless.

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View Article  On becoming an exile
I am coming to terms with the fact that I live abroad, far away from the Dominican Republic, my place of birth and homeland at heart. Becoming an expatriate has not been a matter of choice but of need, and not precisely of the economic kind: Leaving was more than a mere political statement; a door to freedom is what it was.

Little did I know it then, but the decision took years to mature inside my head.  As crazy as it may seem, at some point I decided that I was about to leave behind my classmates, friends, colleagues and loved ones and detached myself of the noises in my head telling me to stay put and shut.

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