go home winter, you’re drunk.

As mentioned in my previous post, I have a deep disgust for snow. Sunday night, however, the universe decided it would only be appropriate if, on the anniversary of my first year in Chicago, I would slip on a big pile of ice and fall down the stairs. Read More


one year later..


Although it’s all still a little unreal, today is my one-year anniversary of living in Chicago!

Exactly 365 days ago I flew into a city wrapped in a blanket of snow on a weekend where the snow came down for days, and I never looked back –that’s a lie. I look back all the time, but I truly am happy I risked it all to move here. NO RAGRETS. Read More

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 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.




i woke up like this.

It’s only appropriate that on my first day of living in Chicago it snowed ALL. DAY.

Legit from the moment I pulled out of the airport until after I bar hopped my little ass around Lakeview at 2 a.m., it snowed. IT SNOWED SO MUCH!

My day started with non-other than an Ikea excursion with my partner in crime, Will. Here I participated in what I would like to call a little game of Supermarket Sweep where I just threw all kinds of shit in my cart without a worry in the world. I don’t know who I think I am. Really. Like, did I think I could afford all of that unnecessary shit? NOT.

So after hours of shopping (and putting lots of things back), it was time to find all of these magnificent pieces of Swedish furniture in the giant warehouse and put it onto our cart – all five of them. WE ENDED UP NEEDING FIVE CARTS. Close your eyes and picture me (and all of my super power strength) along with my friend, lugging around five Ikea flat-bed carts stacked with shit. People just watched & laughed in utter amazement of our strength (obvi) as we struggled with hundreds of pounds of boxes across the massive store.

In the end, I had to find out that all of my glorious furniture won’t be delivered for days so I’ve been sleeping on the floor in the middle of place, crack house style. Like, I seriously had a bowl of cereal on the toilet this morning cause I have no effing chairs & it’s basically the warmest spot in my entire place.

Anyway, last night after an awesome dinner at Cafe Ba-Ba-Reeba and a few vodkas, I couldn’t figure out why the space heater in my “bedroom” wasn’t actually HEATING in the middle of the night so I threw on gloves, a scarf and my J.LO jacket (in addition to my sweatpants, sweater and socks) and went back to sleep -half frozen still.

In the words of Beyonce, I woke up like this…