Bienvenido A Miami!!!!!

  
I'm trading in the coyote fur lined Coach coat and Stuart Weitzman winter boots for the All Saints Sparkle Mirelle bikini and Tabitha Simmons sandals. (Yes hoodrats there is more to life than Gucci and Christian Louboutin). The REAL bagels and REAL pizza slices for Cobb salads and Cubano sandwiches (minus the pickle please).  I'm moving to Miami. In approximately 161 days my zip code will go from 11234 to 33119. From the county of Kings to Dade County. 
I can put my french manicured finger on the exact day that I got the Florida fever. It was that day back in '98 when I received my acceptance letter from the University of South Florida. I just KNEW I was gonna be in Florida from that day on and become America's #1 Marine Biologist even though I didn't even know how to swim. Until the day after when the "stomach virus" that I thought I had for a week turned out to be the confirmed sign of the fact that I was 6 weeks pregnant. Oh. OK. I can still go to Florida and go to school and get a job and take care of my baby and maintain at least a 3.5 GPA all on my own. Girl please !!! Reality set in and I knew that I had to be smart. My head and heart told me that I needed to have my child and stay in NY for the time being where both my baby and I would be comforted and supported by the never ending love that my family would give us. Instead I went to John Jay and studied forensic psychology. I worked part time all throughout college. Never once did my parents ask me for rent money. Never once did my sisters ask me to pay them for watching my Noodle while I worked or went to school. Despite our great lives here in NY there was always a part of me curious about Florida. 
My fam and I spent summers in Orlando. I loved everything about Florida. Except the bugs. And lizards. Last summer my biz partner, some friends and I went down to Miami (my 2nd time being there) and we had one of the best times of our lives. I know that every night for me in Miami won't consist of a meal on Ocean and what feels like a scene from a music video at King of Diamonds but I do know that it's part of my calling to be there. I'm a little nervous. But I've never been one to bitch out of anything just because I get a little nervous. Noodle said to me the other day, " I'm not worried about moving because wherever we are people think we're awesome." Noodle and I have no family in Miami. We have no friends down there either. What we do have is each other and our NY swag. G*d willing everything I set out to do in Miami will come to fruition. I plan on launching my underwear line out there as well as starting up my bikini line with my family. After that, I will meet a hot Cuban man with tatts and dimples and we'll get married and have a daughter named Azul Hibiscus (in honor of the Hispanic roots and my 4th cousin 3 times removed Beyonce). If for some G*d foresaken reason things don't go as planned I will stalk Rick Ross and DJ Khaled until they hire me to be their permanent video chick. 
I hope Dade County is ready because my demeanor, accent and attitude is about to let em know real quick. I am born and bred in NY and I am both book and street smart. I am a force to be reckoned with and will survive in whatever environment I'm placed in. No matter where I end up, *insert Jay Z voice* I'm Brooklyn till I die. In this case, I'll just be rockin my NY Yankees fitted on the beach. Who's mad?