Letters from Cali
My Colombian chapter, a collection of letters from me to you.
Category: Letters from the In-Between
A collection of reflections from the space between who I was and who I’m becoming. The In-Between. Honest and unfolding in real time. These letters trace the moments, emotions, and quiet lessons of six months spent living, learning, and growing far from home in Cali, Colombia. For an enhanced experience, listen to the song of the week while reading your letter. Music paints time with art.
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Dear you, November was when that feeling hit: the realization that it would all be over soon. That this new version of me would have to return to reality, to be placed back into a life that no longer felt familiar. It’s strange. I spent all of October missing home, but in November, I wanted…
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Dear you, This month has been a lot. I’ve been feeling… off. Unmotivated. Lazy. Those feelings come and go for everyone, but this time they lingered. It started to feel heavier than usual, and I wondered if maybe I was a little depressed. October is such an important month back home, and being away from…
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Dear you, This weekend I went to Medellín, a city that feels alive in every corner. I wandered through Comuna 13, visited the Pablo Escobar Museum, climbed El Peñón de Guatapé, and explored the colourful town below. I rode cable cars, fed animals, and stood still to watch the city glitter under the night sky.…
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Dear you, These past two weeks have been quiet. So quiet that sometimes I feel like I’m the only person left in the world. The only things I hear are the sounds of nature and the constant hum of my own thoughts. I no longer feel the need to share my day. I just want…
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Dear you, I wrote last week’s letter, but I wasn’t happy with it. Sometimes what’s inside my head feels too tangled to put on paper. The words don’t come, and the answers to my own questions slip away. Getting older is strange, isn’t it? As kids, we believe the adults around us hold the answers.…
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Dear you, There are 8.142 billion people on this earth. My brain can’t even begin to comprehend that number. Eight billion different versions of today. Eight billion different memories of the past two weeks. Eight billion perspectives, feelings, and thoughts. It feels silly sometimes to think I’m special, yet we all do this. One day,…
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Dear You, I apologize for the late letter. Postal services aren’t what they used to be… This week has probably been the most chaotic one I’ve ever had. A naked man by the river threw rocks at us, I got stuck in an elevator, a man with a bloody chin stared at us with a…
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Dear You, This week, I didn’t do anything big, but I did a lot in small ways. Mostly, I readjusted to life here in Cali. Somehow, the week has felt like a month. Isn’t it strange how time can stretch and shrink? Some days pass painfully slow, while others disappear in a blink. Maybe it’s…
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Dear You, It’s been more than a week since my last letter, and in that time, life has swept me up and carried me across oceans. I had to return home unexpectedly, a personal emergency that pulled me back to familiar streets. Yes, I’m fine. Sometimes life just taps you on the shoulder and says,…
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Dear You, This week was… interesting. I think I learned a lot about myself. We’re constantly discovering new things: about the world, about others, about who we are. And this week, that learning felt heightened. I realized just how far I’ve come in managing my emotional well-being and learning to sit with what I feel.…
Letters from Cali 