I should have actually posted this a couple of days ago, May 28th to be exact, but anyway, what's a few days?
We have been in Mexico for ONE year! I can't believe how much gordo and I have managed to do in such little time...settle in to new jobs, find a new home (not to mention decorate it), plan a wedding, get married, make it through Guadalupe-Reyes, side trip to NYC, and the grand finale - getting pregnant!
I'm exhausted just reading all that - but I have a feeling this year isn't going to be any less hectic.
Gordo's cousin replied to my FB status today: "Ya eres oficialmente chilanga. Felicidades!!!!! jajajaja"
At what point does one become a chilanga? I don't know if I'm ready for another identity to be added to my growing list of culture confusion.
I'm not sure I've ever felt like a true Chilango. I'd feel a fraud if I was to declare myself so, although by the literal interpretation of the word, I guess I am.
ReplyDeleteIt's just...my roots aren't permanent. I haven't sunk them too deep, beyond the point they can't be extracted.
I guess it could just be that I prefer to spectate through life, rather than participate!