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dear mexico city, you are not a location, you are a way of life

Dear CDMX,

You met me at a crossroads.

Not in chaos, but in quiet clarity.

You didn’t ask me to explain myself. You simply let me be.

I came to you with a suitcase and some stories I was still healing from.

You gave me color.

You gave me rhythm.

You gave me air that smelled like pan dulce and potential.

You reminded me: life doesn’t have to be hard to be meaningful.

In your cafés, I learned to slow down.

In your mercados, I learned to savor.

And in your streets—layered with history, movement, and mystery—I remembered that joy can be gentle.

I’ve cried on your rooftops.

Laughed in your parks.

Had soul-deep conversations over the best coffee and bread I’ve ever had.

You gave me space to trust myself again.

To dream out loud.

To live a life that feels like mine.

This city didn’t save me.

It reminded me I was already safe.

Already home.

Already whole.

Thank you, Mexico City, for being more than a place.

You are a feeling. A frequency. A chapter I will never outgrow.

I love you.

— With gratitude,

Anita