The photograph above is relevant only in the sense it shows a part of the border that separates the United States and Mexico. This is part of my connect and disconnect between both countries. I was born in the US side in El Paso, Texas. In the picture El Paso on the right hand side of the Rio Grand or Rio Bravo as it is called in Mexico where I now live. Since this story is really about me I must tell you that Newark Maternity Hospital, where I was born, is a little more than a stones throw from the Rio Grande. The river is that canal seen between the two countries. It would be easy to say that I could have been born on either side of the river but that would not be true. I will expand that later.
But I digress from the story that I am trying to tell. It should be somewhat about my love hate relationship with the US. That is putting it much stronger that I would actually state it but sounds better than calling it a lukewarm relationship with my home country.
So why did I leave? There were lots of reasons! First there was for love. Then I saw where the government was going and it was not where I wanted to be. Than there was work where I felt that I was just spinning my wheels. My health, etc. I’ve been in Mexico for more than nine years now and things are changing. So I am taking a fresh look am where I am in time and space. My attitude is going in a more positive direction and so that is what I will writing about to try and jump start my return to blogging.