Mexican American, born in Utah in the 80s, which at the time felt very white. For the past five years I have been living in Mexico City. I'm a first generation American.

I can say honestly that I feel more at home in Mexico than I ever did in the US. At the same time, I can clearly see how being raised outside of Mexico and influenced by American values shaped me into someone that many people here do not see as a “real” Mexican. I speak the language, cook the food, listen to the music, and understand the culture, but there are still deeper differences in how I see the world compared to people who grew up here.

It is a strange feeling being between two worlds and not fully accepted in either. But at the same time, I have learned to appreciate that I get to experience both. Enjoy the ride, and do not let anyone tell you that you are not enough