I grew up in Mexico City and spent most of my life there. Six years ago, I left the country, first for the US and later for the UK, but I never stopped thinking of my birthplace as the place I ultimately belonged.
This summer, I returned after two years away, the longest stretch I had ever gone without visiting home. I expected the trip to feel nostalgic and effortless.
Instead, I was surprised by how tiring it felt and, for the first time, how slightly out of place I seemed to be.
Mexico City had changed while I was away
The first thing that struck me was how different the city itself felt. Mexico City had always been huge, chaotic, and…
