Three weeks in New York, a good café, and black coffee by the window. My wife works across from me, focused and beautiful. Outside, the city moves fast. Inside, it’s loud investment advice, thoughts of bookstores, and a quiet plan to maybe open one someday.
Guadalajara is where I was born, where my family still lives, yet it no longer feels like home. I know the streets and the people, but familiarity isn’t belonging. The city will always be a part of me, but like an old friend, I no longer truly know it. Is that sad? I’m still figuring it out.
Twenty-eight years ago, I left Mexico for the U.S. to support my family. That decision reshaped our lives, proving how powerful choices can be. From financial struggles to building a life of adventure, every step has shaped the future I’m grateful for today.