Good day, Friday. I’m back in New York and what a difference
a week makes. The weather here is just a delight. Sigh. Thinking positive thoughts and at least I have a good tan. There's that.
So I went down to Miami for a friend’s lovely wedding and decided to make a vacation out of it. Miami has always been a bit of a double edged palm tree for me- as you all know I lived there for many years and fell in and out of love with the Magic City many times. As for my recent weeklong stint in the 305? I’m back in love. Well, more like major lust. Because if New York is my main boo of boos, Miami is my very hot sidepiece.
Miami- like a lover you experience for the first time, albeit with warm, tanned skin (what’s better really?). When you land in the arms of this mistress you see light in new ways- everything is amplified by that intense sunshine- blues are bluer, and everything becomes more in focus and sharp. It’s hard to resist the appeal of palm trees, bare limbs, and the ocean. And though I am married to my life in New York, that Miami ocean air just gets me good. In ways I kind of forgot existed. And like a lover you revisit from time to time, it’s amazing to see how much remains, but even more intriguing to see how very much has changed. And really, this is one love affair that has gotten much better with time. Miami, you're looking good bay. Really good.
From the cool and art filled streets of Wynwood to the almost alien like glam of The Design District with its miraculously architected luxe emporiums, Miami is definitely in its prime. It’s a city I almost forgot about, but like all seductions, getting back in touch was well worth it. The weather was delicious and oh how I love that sweet dose of sunshine. Yes please.
If you’re planning a trip there or thinking about a city worthy of a quick love affair (do it soon before the weather gets too hot), Miami may very well be your type. I remain surprised by how much it’s mine. From the beautiful beaches of Key Biscayne to the pulpy darkness of Miami by night, it’s a city you may not want to marry, but one to get it on with that sunny bump and grind (I don't see nothing wrong). On Monday, I'll break you off with a little round up of some of my top picks from the Magic City, but today, I'm back in New York and back at work and back in that groove. And just wanted to riff on this for a minute, which I thought about as I bundled up this morning on my way to midtown:
Last night I got a haircut and then went to a favorite haunt in my 'hood for a few (too many) glasses of wine. My favorite DJ was in the house, a girl whose musical taste is much enmeshed with mine- from a love of reggae and old soul to a passion for Brit Pop circa 1990something. It's all there. So good. My friend who cuts my hair also happens to be a stellar DJ, and there we were- three chicks geeking on music for a few hours, in a setting that very much feels like home. New York is my jam. I will never leave here- even if from time to time I get turned on by some other city. Because even though Miami has that light and those trees and that ocean, New York has my heart. It's amazing how easy it is to jump back in- it's like the best old sweater you've ever had that keeps surprising you with new ways to wear it. And even though this weather is gnarly, there's no place like home (heel clicking away as we speak). Miami, I may be blinded by your light, but New York- you're the only one for me. You get me, you really just get me (and I get you).
Cause that's what's up this back at it kind of Friday in the 212. Yours, in location based love affairs. XO