Personal Narrative: The San Ysidro Border

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Despite the fact that I was born in the U.S., my native language is Spanish, I was raised in Mexico, and spent half of my life studying in Tijuana. It wasn’t until the sixth grade that I decide to switch to an all English-speaking school in San Diego. I’ve since crossed the San Ysidro border every day, going the extra mile to wake up earlier, and to getting to home later. I in no way regret my decision to leave my friends, and my comfort zone, even if it might seem puzzling to many including my family. But this wasn’t always the case. It was struggle, especially when I first entered high school.
It was at that time when insecurity filled my mind and body. I questioned my abilities, and every single detail in my work. I asked myself, if only