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I was so close, and now I'm back at the starting line again, despite a very lucrative detour back to said starting line. They certainly don't make this easy, and a very small part of me balks at the thought of having to do it all over again. When I think about the apartment, about probably having to come back home after a semester abroad, about having to wade through all the red tape and asking for favors that I called in the last time I went through this process... Then I think of truly knowing the language, of being immersed in the culture, of gaining a worldview and making connections for a possible return. Because I'm not staying here. I know it, my family knows it. So I begin the process again. What do they say, third time's the charm?