Do I belong to the United States, this powerful country built on principles of rule of law, yet still faced with contradictions—the insatiable appetite for guns, cash and drugs, or do I belong to Mexico, the country of my roots, where my umbilical cord is buried, where we use nationalism and patriotism to more often than not mask our corruption, our poverty and inequality?I wasn't born in Mexico like Corchado, but I do feel like my umbilical cord is buried here -- in Mexico City, underneath the mountains and the smog, the pesero buses that nearly run me over, and the street stands with homemade tortillas inflating on the comal. I can't leave this place. And in my heart I won't, but I will be open to the awesomeness of New York. I will buy a winter coat and clothes I can layer, things I haven't bought since college. We will order things online again. We will hear hip-hop and R&B at bars, and we'll stuff ourselves with Thai, Indian and Vietnamese food. Maybe we'll jet off on the weekend to some cute upstate New York B&B. (Or maybe we won't, because those things are expensive.) We will most definitely be hanging with our family there, and our friends. Who knows if we won't permanently be back in DF someday in the future? It might be when I have gray hair and grandkids. But this city will still feel like home to me. Thank you for joining me on this journey for the past four years. I hope you'll be there with me for the next chapter.
I have some pretty big news to share: after four years in Mexico City, we're moving to New York City. Crayton got a promotion, which is the reason for the move. We'll be there in mid-January. I'm not getting all nostalgic about eating my last taco and visiting my last market -- which would be too painful -- because I already know I'm coming back often. I am going to be the gal who splits her time between DF and NY, or at least that's the plan. I already bought a ticket to come back in March. My plan is to continue Eat Mexico, continue this blog, and keep writing. And just remain open to whatever opportunities the universe decides to pass my way. I read a line in a powerful story by Alfredo Corchado several weeks ago: