Being told I was crazy drove my desire to visit and move to Colombia

How being told I was crazy drove my desire to visit and move to Colombia

On one dreary grey English summer’s day I was sitting in the departure lounge of Heathrow’s Terminal 2 waiting to board a flight which would end up turning my whole world upside down. I was a mess of emotions but most of all I was overcome with fear and doubt. I was anxiously waiting to board my flight to Bogota, Colombia; in 11 hours I would be halfway across the world in a country that is well-known for completely the wrong reasons. 

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