When I first started writing these blog posts, there was a quiet dream I carried inside me. America. A soft “maybe one day…” lingering in the back of my mind. And for the past three years, every May, that dream has been frozen by the same cold screen.

Today is May 3rd, 2025.
My third application.
And for the third time, I saw those familiar words:

“HAS NOT BEEN SELECTED.”

Third time.
Third time my hopes have crumbled.
Third time I’ve had to shelve my plans for the future once again.
What hurts the most is how familiar this feeling has become.

Just a few days ago, I wrote about this waiting, this fear.
Those feelings still stand.
They echo through so many emotional blog posts I’ve already shared.
I won’t repeat myself tonight.
If you’re reading this, I’ll assume you understand me. I hope you do.

My dream of America is postponed—for now. Not gone, just… on hold.

But a new direction is taking shape. A new path.

Germany.

A social state. A place where human dignity is taken more seriously, where migrants are offered clearer paths forward. Maybe it won’t be a green card, but it could be a migration application. It may take time, but at least it’s a path I can see ahead of me.
I think I’ve made the decision to turn toward Germany now.

If America won’t open its doors just yet, it doesn’t mean the world ends.
Dreams can evolve into new shapes, new lands.

Maybe this post isn’t an ending—maybe it’s the first sentence of a new beginning.
And I will keep writing, keep fighting, keep finding my direction.
Even if today I wasn’t selected,
one day, the right place will choose me.