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  • In 2010 I went on a cross country trip.
    I drove from Burlington, Vermont to Los Angeles, California.
    It was the first time in my life I made a decision to move from one place to another.
    Wait a second ... You must be wondering how is that possible, considering that I am from Rwanda, now living in the US.
    War, famine, insecurity have forced me to move from country to country.
    I never knew how it felt to move by choice.
    To drive through endless cornfields in Nebraska.
    To drive across unimaginable landscapes in Utah.
    To camp in Zion National Park.
    To spend a night stargazing.
    To drive through the hot desert in Nevada.
    Finally to arrive at the ocean.
    I saw the sunrise and sunset in the same day.
    I stopped and took off when I felt like it.
    Every mile I drove healed my heart.
    I felt free every minute.
    Free from my fears of entrapment.
    Free from my fears of being a refugee.
    Free from my fears of my past.
    My heart is big and free as this land.
    I have recovered.
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