For the first time I'm going to Mexico and it doesn't feel like I'm going home. It isn't home anymore, it is a remote land, far, far away, buried in photo albums and memories from youth. A youth as crazy as my midlife, but it did use to spin faster. Now I just hang on and enjoy the ride. Still, I know I will miss home, which is what Seattle has become, Yes, I am Mexican.
I am also American, ever since I was born, I'm going knowing I sent my absentee ballot on time and hopeful that we will embrace change and together face this broken economy and condemn the corrupt government. I will be following the vote count from Mexico and hoping we will come together and chose wisely.
I'm off to visit Teotihuacan and Mixquic anonymously, feeling like Dickinson under the Pyramid of the Moon
5 comments:
Pablo, Your friends (family) will miss you too and will be here for you when you return home to Seattle.
You recently told me that home is being with those who love you. Once you walk off that plane you will feel the love of Mexico and those you love welcoming you home.
Yet, you have an obvious love for this country, you want it to thrive. There are also those here that you care about, so America too will welcome you home.
I say that you really dont have a home with love and care, because you´re alone. Friends are not a family, they can give us some love and care, but the mexican family is something other countries don´t have and they don´t know how is to have a family that loves you and be together in good and bad moments in all your life! friends are people who were chosen by you, but family are people that you don´t choose!!
Anonymous: you obviously don't know me. But thanks for reading blogasur.
Enjoy spending time with your family.. They are important in each of our lives, they are the ones who knows us the best.
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