CARACAS (Reuters) – The bus station was like a funeral home. Families were weeping and hugging, saying their goodbyes. Everybody was sad and scared – the ones leaving because they were facing an uncertain future, and the ones staying behind because they were facing muggings, shortages of food and an even more uncertain future.Hundreds of thousands of Venezuelans migrated elsewhere in South America last year. Reporter Alexandra Ulmer and I wanted to give names and faces to at least a few of them, so we decided to join them in a nearly 5,000-mile bus journey south to Chile.I hoped that by sharing this journey with my fellow Venezuelans, I could help show the rest of the world what most of us are facing every day.I am no stranger to this daily reality: Friends and family members are leaving; some have been robbed of their few remaining belongings and of their hopes; others have lost their jobs and income. I try to take care of the people closest to me – otherwise, some of them might not eat.