Essay About Going To Mexico

Going To Mexico for the First Time in My Adult Life Seeing where you come from is crucial to finding your identity. In my case, I had to go to another country, Mexico, to find my identity. Here’s a little background into my situation: In 1995, 2 months after I was born, I was brought to the United States with my family. My parents, along with many others at the time, decided to leave their home country (Mexico) and come here in the pursuit of a better life. Starting from scratch, and my parents being 18 years old; life was definitely a work in progress for everyone involved. We kept on pushing forward “para salir adelante,” (to get ahead-in life) as my parents would say. I actually went to Mexico for the first time in 2007, when I was 12. The whole experience was not what I expected but it to be, because I still had a childish mentality at the time. From that perspective, I did not look at my surroundings and digest what they meant. So because of my lack of understanding, I felt compelled to go back a few years later. I went back to visit, very recently, last summer. It was a blast not only because I went to a bunch of places that I had never been before, but because I was able to immerse myself completely into their culture and at the same time learn about the

I needed to go because it showed me why my parents are the way they are. It helped me understand what parts of me I could give credit to my parents. But I did not only find who I really am because of my parents. You see, part of our growth from children to full-grown adults involves developing a sense of self. What I mean by this is that, we absorb as much as we can while we are children so that when we become adults, we can branch off and come to our own conclusions about life. In my case, I developed this sense of self when I went to Mexico for the first time as an