It seems like every now and then someone will look up at me and ask me that special little question," do you ever want to return to the United States?” The amount of times I’ve been asked this question is staggering, it’s right up there with, “why are you so tall?", and," do you dye the hair on your beard?". I guess the main reason they all ask this question is because they see my awkward way of speaking the lovely language or it may be that they just want me out of their country, for whatever reason it might be, the answer is always the same:
No.
When they hear this response it is almost always returned with a weird look, but if they were standing in my place they would see how easy I can get the answer. I have lived 12 years in the United States, since the time when I was seven until the age of 18. Through my years I have been through many things and lived a quiet simple life, but everything changed when I returned to Mexico. I have had many new experiences, new locations, new friends, and among other things a point-of-view from both sides of the fence, and by fence I mean border. You see, when you hear people here they dream about moving to the United States, some even are willing to risk it all to go across the desert, all in order to pursue "The American Dream". Well, I’m here to tell you that "The American Dream" is dead, or at least it is for me. Over here in Mexico there is more of a sense of community, people want to know each other stories and generally have a nice relationship with their fellow neighbors. In the States everybody goes on about their own business, keeping their head low and generally avoiding eye contact. They will go home to their little gray box they call an apartment, microwave their meal in a box and watch the mindless TV. show that they love so much. In the morning they will wake up and then go on to repeat the same cycle day after day. This cycle I know by heart because I have been guilty of the same things.