I want to move to Mexico

Based, people is very nice and friendly in Mexico, you'll like it

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Yo tambien. Anyone know how chis can get citizenship?

if your parents are mexican nationals it's an easy process
chicanos, children of mexicans, are considered mexican in the constitution so I'm pretty sure you can live in mexico for as long as you want and no one will care

Are you parents Mexican?

I (OP) don't have Mexican relatives but I was thinking of doing something like TEFL which would open a path for me. I haven't yet looked into what that would entail.

Should I move to Chihuahua or Hermosillo?

Hermosillo
inegi.org.mx/app/bienestar/#grafica

lol. lmao even

Mexico has the largest American diaspora so it’s not like OP is doing anything out of the norm

You will never be a real mexican. You have no childhood memories growing up in mexico, no (competent) spanish language skills, no genuine cultural knowledge. You are a brown american man twisted by self-hatred and delusions of ethnic grandeur into a crude mockery of nature's natural perfection.

All the validation you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back mexicans mock you. Your abuledita is disgusted and ashamed of you, your "amigos" laugh at your incomprehensible """spanish""" behind closed doors.

Mexicans are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed mexicans to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even chicanos who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a mexican. Your accent and tourist like behavior is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk mexicana home with you, she’ll turn tail and bolt the second she gets a whiff of your hard shell tacos and "tex-mex" food.

You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning, say "buenos dias" to the mirror and spend 10 minutes with duolingo, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.

This is your fate. This is what your parents choose when they jumped the boarder. There is no turning back.