The day before Thanksgiving I had a meltdown. Not because I’d be away from home for the holiday or anything, but because once again I could just feel the weight of the world coming down on me. Read More
I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything, but for the most part, things have been running smoothly. Today, however, that lovely streak came to an end. Summer is long gone, Fall came and went in the blink of an eye, and as far as I’m concerned we are in the middle of a Polar Vortex in mid-November. Read More
Okay, so I’m waiving my white flag. I’ve accepted defeat. Summer is officially over for me. I tried to avoid thinking of winter for months, but I can already smell it in the air. Luckily, I was able to squeeze in a few final beach days this month, but it looks like my bikini days are dunzo. That whole “100 days of summer” thing I thought was just a rumor was actually the ugly truth. Read More
Just one year ago I visited Chicago for the first time with one of my best friends, and it was on that trip that my heart was forever changed. To be honest, my first day in the city was a complete disaster. Read More
I turned 27 years old this month & as a gift to myself I quit my job. It wasn’t a traditional birthday gift & lots of people thought I was crazy, but it was what I felt I needed in order to start 27 the right way. This decision left me with an open schedule, unlimited possibilities and a ridiculous amount of margaritas on that glorious Cinco de Mayo. After all, it was my birthday & I had a lot to celebrate.
It was a weight off my shoulders. I felt like a new woman. I no longer woke up dreading my days & would never again have to go back to the unmentionable. After about a week of freedom & what felt like spring break (minus the ratchetness), I quickly came to realize that free time led to reflection & a lot of free time meant a lot of reflection. I began questioning everything from my move to my career choice to what the heck I was doing with my life. I was trapped in a glass cage of emotion – Anchorman style. Except, the glass cage was my apartment & I am not as funny as Will Ferrell.
If I had to describe my recent experiences in one word, it would be extreme. I’ve almost frozen to death in an apartment with no heat my first week here, woken up in a sweat because now I have no A/C and the sun is a
motherfucker, started a new job, quit that job, rekindled things with an old flame, and eventually said, “bye Felicia” to him too.
For all of these reasons, extreme seems most fitting. My first three months in the Windy City have been a complete whirlwind to say the least, but amidst all the chaos and uncertainty one thing was always certain – a positive mind and the ability to laugh at all the madness will get you through anything. It’s also pretty awesome to have the incredible support of my friends and family no matter where on the map they may be at the moment.
All in all, 26 was a little reckless, but YOLO. I put myself out there a lot, took more chances than ever before & I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. Whether it be in your love life, work life, or personal life, do what you feel in your gut is right. For me, some moves opened doors and worked out for the better and others were shut right in my face.
But what I’ve learned is that going against the grain isn’t necessarily a bad thing. The road most travelled isn’t always the road that will lead you to happiness. Sometimes, you need to make your own road.
I’m not sure what’s going to happen this year, but I know that I’m only going to do things I feel are genuine and true to my heart. Money isn’t everything. Do what makes you happy. Dassit!
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.
When I first found out my apartment building didn’t have an elevator and my apartment was on the fourth floor my immediate reaction was, “My ass is gonna look GREAT!” Just as any other human being would react. My lack of working out at the gym would be justified by how active I would become running up and down these stairs. My ass would get tighter and my calves would look amazing. I was winning all around. It didn’t hit me until later (approximately two trips up and down the stairs later) that these stairs would soon be my nemesis.
It’s been a month since I’ve moved in and I’m still out of breath every time I reach my door. The thought of forgetting something or having to go back downstairs pains me. I HATE THESE STAIRS. SO. MUCH.
Today, I finally found it in me to get the microwave that was in my trunk for two weeks and make use of it in my kitchen. I’m not sure why I was feeling so ambitious however, this feeling quickly vanished and I was left fighting to the death with a 50 pound microwave.
I know you probably think I’m exagerrating, BUT I AM NOT. After breaking the handle of the box on both ends before even getting to my entry door, I finally reached the stairs. At this point, the microwave box is broken and I’m still on the ground floor. I quickly assess the situation and decide that it would probably be best to drag the box all the way up the stairs – caveman style. This of course was an ultimate fail and the microwave slipped out of my fingers and slid all the way back down -TWICE.
I then leave the microwave at the bottom of the stairs, run up to my apartment, drop off my purse, take off my jacket, pick up my hair and get ready for some serious business and heavy lifting. At this point, my inner hulk was ready to take on the world and I ran up the stairs with the microwave over my head like a champion. Okay, I’m lying. It wasn’t that smooth but it finally made it up to my apartment.
Now, you’ll have to excuse me while I microwave the shit out of my dinner.