There is a place where you live, and a place that you call home. It’s funny how for some people they are mutually exclusive. Some of us stay in one place our whole lives, while others are constantly in motion. The rest fall somewhere in the middle of either extreme, moving at some tempo between where they are from, and where they are going. Regardless of your final destination, everyone’s got that one place that feels like home.
Up until two years ago I lived in Miami. When a certain romantic endeavor relocated itself to the west coast, I packed my things and made a modern day rush to California. Since my little expedition, I’d settled in Pasadena. Where I was living was a modest, one bedroom apartment, four miles south of the city. Everyday at 10:30, the postman delivered my mail. The Montebello 30 took me in to work five days a week. If you were looking for me past 7:30 on a Monday, you were sure to find me at my neighborhood tea house. A thai iced tea, and my hot pink Mac Book, made me pretty easy to spot. So why did I still feel so disconnected from my setting?
No matter how we may design our lives, home is always our starting point. When we map out plans for ourselves, what draws the line between house and home? For me the answer was simple. Home is where the heart is, and mine was still following Miami’s beat.
The vibe in Miami is eccentric, with a frequency no one can tune out. During the day the air is hot and sticky, and sweet when it hits your nose. A summer night in Miami could make anyone fall in love. Even the moon is more enchanting in Miami. Maybe we just have better satellite reception. No matter what stereotype you identify with, there is no need to fit in with Miami. Stay there long enough, and Miami finds a way to fit in you.
So I’m packing up and heading home. The intent of this blog is to reveal the magic behind the madness, and expose you to the side of Miami that is rarely unveiled, through the eyes of a native, through the mind of a devotee, from the person that understands it best.
I am Miami.
I Most Definitely Feel You. I Left Two Years Ago From Miami, And I Moved To Puerto Rico. Yes Caribbean Island, Beautiful Sand, Food, And The Women, How I Love The Women. But Something Was Missing, My Latin America Restaurants And La Carreta. Some Cuban Sayin Que Bo La Sede? But In PR I Feel Another Part Of My Heart Here In This Little Mountain Top Where My Family's Farm Is. This Is What I Remember Since I Can Remember. But Miami Has A Way Of Enchanting Ones Mind, Body, And Soul. Maybe Its Ocean Drive's Lights At Night, Coconut Grove On Thursday Nights, Or Clubbing At Space, LOL. But It Is Always Shared With My Friends, These Moments Are Always With The Company of A Fellow Miamian,Who, With Out Words Know Wat U Are Thinking And Are Feeling. Miami Has And Will Have The Other Part Of My Heart. Plus, The Women Know What They Want In Miami, Cant Seem To Understand Puerto Rican Women, LOL.
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