The beautiful thing about Mexico City is the ease of connecting. Local, or foreign, the warmth exudes in abundance. You take in an inhale, and as you’re about to exhale on the 4th count someone will pop out from nowhere to say hello, introduce themselves, and before you know it, you’ve clicked.
In a global metropolis where the minority within the minority are the minority, the British-African that I am still managed to coincide with African-Americans in a city that we both despite having little to no connection in, felt more at home than ever. Through a friend I was introduced to Wad, a career coach from the States with Sudanese roots, bouncing between Condesa and Coyoacán during her 2 month stay in Mexico. Currently on a world tour, bouncing between lands across countries and continents She’s currently looking for a somewhere to lay her roots.
Uprooting is no easy feat, the move to somewhere unfamiliar. New experiences, new people, new languages. You’ll be pushed out of your comfort zone and forced to ask for help. I’m reminded of the uprooting that every child of immigrant parents had to do in the 90s to make a better life for their families. Now in the 2020s, history is repeating itself, but in a different light, it’s the children of those migrant parents who are longing to move away from the land that our parents flocked to, to find a new and improved life for ourselves. We’re just continuing the trend.