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My journey started when I was sixteen. I had to move from México to the USA because my mom didn't want me to go to school. “I'm not going to support you. You have to work. Get married, preferably with someone from Texas.” My mom argued as she prepared homemade fried tacos in my small border town in México. “I want to go to university. What's so wrong with that? You should be supportive, you should be proud.” I'd say waving my hands so rapidly, trying to explain. “You're not going to university. I can't afford it, what part don't you understand?” My mom said as she turned her back at me turning the tortilla in the oil. “I don´t care. All of my life I´ve been an excellent student, I can get scholarships. I can work. I don´t want to be like you.” I said as I stood up crying and walked away angry at my mom. All I wanted was my mother´s support, I longed her approval, a “We´ll figure it out, together. Don´t worry.” “What did I do to deserve a bad daughter like you” She said as I walked to my room and slammed the door. We both spoke the same language and we didn´t understand each other. My dad hadn´t been around because he moved illegally to the USA when I was 3. He called me after 13 years and asked me: “Hey listen, I finally got my residency. Do you wanna come live in the USA?” At 16, my biggest dream was an education and this was my last opportunity. My automatic response was “YES! WHEN?” I didn´t care I didn´t know this person. A year later I was saying goodbye to my mother. My mother -who never cried- waved at me goodbye as she cried. The car drove away to cross the border. The 15-hour car drive from Chihuahua to Kansas was long, I´d pretend I was asleep because I didn´t know what to talk about with my dad. “Look” He said as he pointed to the white snow on the floor “It´s snowing, have your ever seen snow?” He asked. “No,” I said half asleep. “It´s really pretty” I replied as I fell asleep again. I didn´t see my mom for a year after this. I moved to a country where I didn´t know the language, with a father I didn´t know anything about. It was so hard, I cried so much for the first three months. I missed my mother, my sister, my country, my tacos. When I came back to México in the summer, I realized I had changed a lot. I did not longer belong there. I had missed it so much, everything remained the same just not me. The bakery “Panaderia Don Jose” made amazing Mexican bread, “elotes en vaso” with chili powder, lime, salt, cheese, sour cream, and butter tasted the same. My friends still drove around “La trasviña” on Saturday nights. Then, headed to “Los alamos” to listen to a band play and sing “narcorridos,” and drink “clamatos preparados.” I loved my small town and my family but I was ready to go back to Kansas and apply to universities. I graduated in 2015 with two degrees. I travelled to Germany and China in a studying abroad program. In my free time I travelled around the USA. After graduating, I moved to Mallorca, Spain to teach English and where I´ve been for the last four years. I haven´t felt more at home than in Mallorca near the sea. While in the USA I lost a lot of my personality in trying to learn English and culture. I was very disconnected from myself. I was busy trying to relearn social behavior. When I came to Spain, I connected with my roots, with my language with people who love talking about nothing, always arrive late, and say “Tranquila, no pasa nada.” I felt like myself again. There´s not a day I don't miss México and the places I haven´t visited. But I'm thankful I have an education, two languages and a more extended understanding of the world while recuperating a part of me that had been lost.