I straddle two worlds and it gets tiring. I don’t know if I’ll ever fully assimilate into Mexican culture or claim Mexico as my home.
Now that I am a permanent resident of Mexico I can finally breathe with ease. No more anxiety about whether they’ll let me into Mexico. I can decorate my home and leave important things here knowing I can just “walk across the border” if I like.
I go “home” A LOT because I miss my family most of the time. Sometimes I actually have business to take care of. *Shout out to my father for allowing me to sleep on his couch for weeks at a time with no payment ❤️*
When I step off the plane it’s like I’m in another world. Of course, the people are different…I actually see Black people! I have to deal with race relations. The food is different…which makes me sick. The air is even different. I have to switch back to English which is a very difficult task even with my basic Spanish. I’ll forget where I am and say Hola or Si! The prices are outrageous. I can’t just walk into a doctor’s office or buy medicine over the counter without a prescription. I can walk into the pharmacy and get whatever I like. If I cant get it I just walk around the corner and talk to the Dr for FREE, he writes me a prescription, and I get my medicine. Went “home” and tried to buy 4 Mucinex for one of my associates here. They told me I could only get 2. I’m said eh!?? Forgot where I was for a second.
And the list goes on…I can talk all day about the negatives of living in the US and how they hold their citizens hostage.
I walked onto the soil of Mexico on faith and I’ll scream at the top of my lungs until the day I die how much this place changed my life. Funny thing is I never had a plan for ANY of this. I have been just taking it day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute, second by second. I have had to figure out most of this all by myself, no one set out a plan for me.
I wonder what my mother would think of my new life. Who would have thought I’d be living in Mexico and just having the time of my life?