nostalgia

thirty.

I remember when 30 seemed like a lifetime away, but life comes at you fast & this month I celebrated just that. Is it socially acceptable to celebrate your birthday for an entire weekend when you’re 30? I just did & I highly recommend it!

My birthday weekend was fantastic and it led to so much reflection, but I won’t bore you with that. Cinco de Suzie started off with my favorite tacos & guac for obvious reasons & was followed by an amazingggg Tom Petty concert on Friday night. Never in a million years did I think I’d ever see them live and in the flesh so I was pretty pumped about this. Shoutout to my aunt & her husband for hooking me up & feeding me alcohol all night!

Saturday was honestly so so so special. If you weren’t aware, I’m obsessed with rooftops, so I of course had to celebrate 30 on the only rooftop in Downtown Miami. I had a sunset soiree at Pawn Broker at the Langford Hotel, once of my favorite spots & it was PERFECT. It was everything I dreamed of (except I actually did have a dream about it like two days before and it was a complete NIGHTMARE, so this was actually way better haha). So many of my amazing friends came together under the perfect Miami sky to celebrate life, the music was ON POINT, there were bubble bath drinks! I truly had the best time. Did I mention I had the cutest effing mermaid cake on the planet? Pics below 🙂 Afterwards, a few of us went to Basement at The Edition Hotel and danced until 4am because, balance.

Sunday was filled with sunshine, moscow mules, inflatable unicorns, more tacos, and two of my favorite people.

30 is going to be great. I feel it in my bonessss.

While my 20’s were very much YOLO inspired, my 30’s are going to be about balance. I truly believe that’s the real key to happiness. Whether its balance in your career, your love life, or friendships – you can’t let any one thing consume you, and you also can’t neglect one without hurting the other. BALANCE. So live a little, love a lot, and laugh even more, because life’s too short to stress. Did I just become wiser? It must be thirty.

xo

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it’s the little things.

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 I 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.

xo

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