Eh. I love this country, but it's hard to say I wouldn't probably have a better life moving somewhere else. Every place has its issues. Problems here are just piling up to burst, I'm still pretty poor, my family is mostly unreliable, and I was born plus raised in fucking Commiefornia. It'd be easier for me to just move inland to a more rural part of the state or country. My parents came here to live a better life and ended up being torn apart because neither was ready for what getting to that life was actually like. Now, both think Mexico is better for them and us, even if we have our entire lives here.
The America I grew up in doesn't seem to exist anymore here. Just seemed like yesterday me and a bunch of other shades of shit could call each other faggots, make fun of our ancestry, and chat about shit happening in the county. We've all gone our separate ways, calling someone a particular word is a hate crime, faggot makes everyone mad, there's oil by our beaches, some asshole is still in our state office that keeps fucking up with every decision he makes, buying a house is impossible, and the jobs are all shit.
If they're anything like me, they're conflicted. It might be noble to stay and endure what's to come, but who's to say we will be happy or things will be better afterward? Nothing is perfect, I know. The grass always seems greener on the other side. All we can hope for is the best.