There’s nothing more irritating than the sound of a neighbor’s generator as you sit inside a four-bedroom sauna going on 48 hours. Now imagine that noise x3 because every house around you seemingly has a functioning generator except for you. *eyeroll* Continue reading
Lately a lot of people have asked me what I miss most about Miami & my answer always consists of mainly, “the weather, duh.” But each time I’m asked, it makes me really think about what I genuinely miss. I’ve never been the type to feel homesick so it’s hard for me to come up with a serious answer, but recently it finally hit me -like a ton of bricks while driving through the snow on I-90.
For two weeks I drove to work because quite honestly, I missed traffic. I miss sitting in traffic, yelling at people in Spanish to get out of my way. I miss using my hands to yell, “GOOO GUYYY” & “SERIOUSLY BRO?!” and other offensive things I won’t spell out here in case my parents read this. But I do. I miss driving around in my car listening to ghetto ass music on 103.5 in the morning, cause that was my shit and that’s how I liked to start my day.
I miss Publix because no matter what anyone tells you, no other grocery store in the world could ever compare –ever.
I miss having the option to buy churros or water from the viejitos on the street because now that I can’t, I want these things all the time.
I miss not thinking about what I was going to wear each day cause the temperature would never reach below 75 degrees. I miss not even knowing where my weather app was on my phone because I had no use for it. Today, I check it more than I check Facebook and it always makes me angry when I do. Every. Damn. Time.
I miss seeing my legs, because now I can only wear pants.
I miss that feeling of the sun burning my skin through my car window while driving.
I miss seeing a box full of croquetas on Sunday mornings and having pan con bistec for dinner. It makes me sad not knowing when I will ever taste either one of those things again.
I miss the unlimited amounts of Vita Coco I could drink while working at SpinHouse, cause now I never want to actually pay for it.
I miss lounging at the Shore Club with a drink in my hand and being able to float around with tourists who would come vacation in my backyard.
I miss never having to worry about parking, because not having a secured spot in your neighborhood causes an immense amount of anxiety.
I miss going to Flanny’s (in Hialeah, obvi) at whatever time of the day or night for the most delicious chicken philly on the planet and the cheapest drinks after 9 p.m.
I miss the feeling of a warm breeze on my skin and the sweet, salty smell of the ocean. I never thought I could live somewhere that didn’t have these things but here I am, buying mango scented candles so that my tropical ass can feel some sort of normalcy –but it doesn’t work.
Recently, I was flipping through the radio stations on my way home I landed on a station that was playing my favorite salsa song EVER! It almost made me cry of happiness like Pharrell during his interview with Oprah. I just wanted to jump out of my car and bust into a rueda with myself in the middle of the snow.
So for everyone wondering, those are the things that I miss.