“Miami sneaks up on you. Or do we change, and find ourselves sneaking up, washing up, ending up in Miami?” – Anthony Bourdain
Moving to Chicago more than two years ago was a choice I wanted to make. Looking back now, it was reckless and impulsive and ultimately stupid, but it was something I knew in my heart I wanted and there was no stopping that. I don’t regret it. I actually miss it most days. Those years helped me evolve and I’m a better person for it. I experienced so much and met so many incredible people and that will always hold a special piece of my heart.
Moving back to Miami was not a choice I wanted to make. In fact, it was the last thing I wanted. I can’t tell you how many times I said, “I don’t ever plan on moving back to Miami.” But here I am, and somehow I’m okay with it.
It took me 20 hours to drive down with a truck full of anything I could fit. I had no job, no plan, and slept on my parent’s couch for a month. But in true Miami magic, I was offered a job doing what I love my first week back in town. One month later I was able to move in to the most perfect apartment on the beach – where PS it takes me less than 10 minutes to walk to work and about the same time to walk to the beach. I KNOW. IT’S LIKE A DREAM!
If ever there was a time I thought I made the wrong decision moving back, and trust me that first month there were lots, the moment I walk into the ocean, take a deep breath, and inhale that salty air, all doubts disappear.
The waves pulled me in.