My grandparents lived in in a suburb of Mexico City until they passed away a year apart, several years ago. Their house was designed and built by a famous architect in the early ‘60’s. It’s beautiful, modern, and at the same time very Mexican with its interior gardens, walled-in backyard, tiled floors, and oversized front doorway. When my grandmother died, the house was left to my aunt, who decided to refurbish it and try to rent or sell it. At this point, I’m not sure whether it rented or sold. I do know that the refurbish changed some things in the house that I loved. I have a hard time coming to terms with the loss of this place, as I grew up visiting and staying there for so many years…
I’m not close to this aunt, and with the state that Mexico City is in right now, it’s not exactly practical to have a house there, but I just feel that this place is something that is a part of me and no one else cares about it the way I do. I would like to be able to own it one day.
