I’d really like to get better at blogging my experience. There’s so much to process that I find myself feeling tired and a little overwhelmed at the end of the day. I’ve been contemplating the concept of “home”, and what it means for me, a xicana, a daughter of immigrant parents, to return to Mexico and work in “solidarity” with OaxaqueNos in a mainly white collective. I feel like my identity and privilege are constantly being challenged and transforming. I also think I’m feeling a little bitter about notions of “global justice” and “human rights”, and don’t know how to verbalize my frustration in a constructive manner without sounding like an angry brown girl.

I’ll start taking photos soon