In late 2015, I crossed 10 borders, over 2,500 miles of land and sea, to reach France, where I live today in exile. While the government has announced some Syrian refugees can now return, my refugee paperwork says I can’t go back. I worry if I return to my country, I could lose my right to live in France, where I’ve spent the past nine years rebuilding my life. I feel like a stranger with no homeland. It’s as if I leaped from one edge toward another but never landed, suspended in midair.
