Leaving Puebla
Finding Her People
You do not replace your people. You find the ones who feel like them.
A twelve part serial. Frida leaves the volcanic country of Puebla and drives about nine hundred miles north to Austin, Texas. The story of the water that made the trip first.
Leaving Puebla
You do not replace your people. You find the ones who feel like them.
Leaving Puebla
Lime, Tehuacán, and a little fire on the rim.
Leaving Puebla
New city. Same sky, somehow.
Leaving Puebla
There is a stretch of every big move where you belong to no place at all.
Leaving Puebla
Close enough to still feel like Mexico. Far enough to know you are already gone.
Leaving Puebla
Some places live in your blood. You can leave them. You just carry them the whole way.
Leaving Puebla
You cannot pack a place. You pack the pieces that prove it was real.