my last apartment was on the 3rd floor of this peachy-mint concrete delight.
before i moved to dc in may, i lived in miami for 3 years. i had high hopes when i moved there (i mean, it’s miami for christ’s sake) but it wasn’t a good match. it wasn’t until my 2nd year there that i realized the relationship you have with your city is as important as the relationships you have with your friends. so we broke up.
i’m not sure why, but today i’m missing it alot. i don’t think its because i had to turn the heater on in my car for the first time in 3 years either. i think it was because my relationship with it was so familiar. when i moved there, i was living alone for the first time in my life and i didn’t know a single person in the entire state of florida. it forced me to learn the city in a way that i hadn’t with the other places i had lived. while i was happy to get the hell out in may, i still can’t help but realize i haven’t even made half the effort to build a relationship with dc the way i did with miami.
mostly, i miss my shitty little one bedroom apartment in the middle of coconut grove. i met alot of people eventually, but it was my best friend through every hurricane, boyfriend and law school exam i experienced down there. i wonder if everyone feels as sentimental towards the first place they lived alone.
i don’t regret breaking up with miami, but if it had been a actual human relationship, now would be the time i’d start downing bottles of pinot grigio and sending it “i miss u” text messages.
This is coming from the same girl who roots for any hurricanes forming in the Atlantic to wipe out that shithole. Hypo-toot
3 years ago • Notes