You know why it was so easy for me to move...cause no one said bye. You know why i wanted and almost felt like i needed to move, because i didnt feel support from anybody, i almost felt alone, i felt like after 12 years in school with whom i thought were my "friends" were all just a bunch of strangers. Uou know the only thing people said after i would tell them i was moving "aaa that sucks". I thought to myself constantly "oh there probably just asshocked as i am, it'll hit'em the day i move" i tried to ignore the fact that i was getting ignored for something that i needed to do, for it could change my life for ever in a positive way. Its not easy living in the U.S triying to "live the american dream", its not easy stepping outside your door without thinking your´re gonna get arrested for "living", its not easy thinking about your future without an education. Therefore i came to the conclusion that they didnt understand, and probably didnt even know that i was a mexican immigrant. But then i sat down and i put myself in there position, i tried to put myself in "there shoes" and told myself as if i were an "american" that i was moving to mexico....and than i heard myself....no one wants to move to mexico, who would want to live in there when you can live "freely" here in america. I thought it too much to a point were i was almost convincing myself not to move. I stepped back out of those shoes cause really i didnt belong there. I accepted the way my life was heading, i accepted that the only way that i can get an education for my future without someone reminding me of my imigrant statues, was to study in mexico. I was ready to move like the birds to the south, i felt like i had nothing else to do but to say goodbye to my self. The day finally came, my familiy and i started to pack at 10:30am, first were the closthes, than the food, than the bigger stuff and so on. Prior to that i was posting up constantly on facebook how many days were left till i moved, another good reason why i wanted to move...no comments, no likes...it didnt surprise me...the night ended and it was 2:00am, no visits, no phone calls, no messages, just an empty house filled with boxes...and memories. June 11, 2010 at 5:00am was my last day in america, i wasnt leaving my life behind, i was just starting a knew one somewhere else...today is august 7 2016, 6 years and two months since i left the u.s, i live in culiacan sinaloa, i am international business professional and work everyday to solve business, professonal and personal situations so we can all be happy and share love. I have a stable relationship, im labled as a profesional motocross racer, i travel all over mexico to compete in the sport i love, i think you can say that i love my life, i have more friends than ive ever had in arizona, and i know for a fact that if i was ever to move back to the u.s., my friends, even though they wouldnt want me to move, they would support me, cause i know i have made life long friends in the place i belong.....and you know why i dont regret not one minute nore does it cross my mind "why did i move?" because i love life, and anywhere life takes me i will go with love.