Searching for the original Me

Who am I? that was my question, not only when I was a teenager and I had the “normal” identity crisis, but when I when back to Mexico after many years of been in the U.S.

I was in the airplane and needed to fill out the papers of migration. The asked me what nationality was I and I said: Mexican. She asked me for my passport, which I showed it to her. My passport was an American passport therefore the woman told me I wasn’t Mexican but American.  I got mixed feelings, but said nothing about it. When we landed in Guadalajara City, my friends where eagerly waiting for me at the door where all the Mexican citizens where going through. I went out through the “extranera” door, and I was the one who needed to go and find out where my friends where.

That experience made me question seriously about my identity. Am I Mexican or American or both?