I've been here before, making a large move and upsetting the apple cart. I lived on the Florida west coast for some years. Nice but just a bit off. Took it back to NJ but that wasn't the answer either. This time, I decided to move to a place on my mind for years, South Florida, specifically Miami Beach and the Southern Atlantic. I bought a new apple cart and well....here I am. So far I'm loving the new lifestyle. I needed the change. After suffering a heart attack, I needed to slow things down and concentrate on my health.
To expect, is to be disappointed. One should hope, but expect? Never. At least where I come from. To expect comes with a certain entitlement syndrome that is far too prevalent in our society today. When I made the move to Miami Beach I had some hopes that my life would some how settle into a quiet, laid back, beach routine. My stress level with my heart and the constant pain of my back and neck, I'd hoped would be lessened by the warm sunshine and so far that has been correct. Though always there to remind me, some days are better than others. Such is life as well.
I was out the other evening, grabbed some seafood at a local fish shack along the water and while there I met someone. Miami born and bred, they shared great enthusiasm for my recent move from the northern 'wastelands' of NYC/NJ to Miami Beach. They welcomed me to the Sunshine State. But interestingly, they also had this preconceived notion of what they thought I was looking for when I moved here. When they asked me to share what I expected when I got here, I realize, Florida I had expected nothing. I hoped for a quiet place to live. I live in a predominately blue collar neighborhood, with a majority being service folks in the hospitality or restaurant fields. It's clean. It's quiet, it's got cars but then hey, it's the beach. I hoped to ease into a Miami Beach lifestyle and that seems to have been what I've done.
Gotta have a good market with good produce...love my tropical market... the vine tomatoes have been amazingly tasty lately and the pineapples are some of the best I've had in a long while.
My cooking lately has a definite South American/Cuban flavor. Have switched over to Cafe Bustelo in the French Press...Cafe con Leche is a must on these early beach days.
It's been a month, yet it feels like longer. It's comfortable and I hope that's a good sign. Getting to know my surroundings, the food scene. I have had some excellent dinners and food so far. There are dozens of restaurants here in Miami Beach and it will take years to go through them all but, I'll make an attempt. Occasionally, I'll put some thoughts down on my transition to Miami Beach Life.
So far my life has settled into a nice calm routine that seems good for not just my body, but my mind and spirit as well. This is a new chapter and adventure. I'm taking this a day at a time and today...well...today's a good day. It also may be time for something with rum in it...