reflecting on how time has affected my identities. the best way i come to comprehend my OWN identities is this...i was born in mexicali, baja california in mexico. i speak spanish and eat mexican food on regular basis. i am aware of mexican culture including holidays and catholic influence in such holidays. i don't identify as chicana (one of my biggest pet peeve i have when people assumed i identify as chicana -_-) i've always lived by the border & oddly enough since i was a kid i grew up knowing both countries (at least the consumerism side of the u.s.). when i lived in mexico, we had a tourist visa, so growing up i was familiar with malls, the beatles, and mrs. field cookies just to name a few. as a teenager, i grew up in in the u.s. i don't identify with being an american, but i recognize the many of the things i have learned happened within american culture/context. next year around may, will marked half of my life living in the u.s. and i am nowhere close to identifying as an american. maybe by the time i hit the halfies i'd migrate to another country. sigh.