My girls…
This past weekend I went to Miami for a very important event. A huge 3-0 birthday bash for my dearest friend, P. We had an amazing time. Friends and family gathered at Bin No. 18, a cute and very classy design district wine bar, and shared a very special moment with P.
Even though the celebration was for P, I felt like if I was in heaven. I was with the people I loved and I just had that warm fuzzy feeling in my tummy. The thing is that I love Miami and I love my peoples. In a way this post relates to a previous one about friends.
The day after the party I spent the better part of it attempting to recuperate. I remember looking up at the ceiling in my room (in my house in Miami) and just asking myself why did I even leave Miami? I love my house, my family, my crazy parrot and dog, driving through the 836 back and forth, the traffic, the fact that I can get great Colombian empanadas a few blocks from my house, the organized mess, the Cubans…I love Miami…
So why can’t I go back? For love. For love of my family and the desire to want us to be in a better place soon. So for now, my Miami will have to wait. But don’t fret…I will be back someday…
October 3, 2007 at 3:15 pm
I can’t wait for you to come back and let me tell you Miami is one of those places that you often have to leave to appreciate. You realize you don’t mind the mess and madness so much until you leave.
October 3, 2007 at 3:17 pm
Amen to that sister!!! I know…can’t wait to go back either…