Dear Miami,

I hate you but I love you. And this time around - as burnt and poor as you have made me - I am going to miss you.

I am going to miss the wonderful people I’ve met and grown close with, all the scenery (palms and such), the nasty air and how curly my hair gets. I’m going to miss you so much that I almost stayed much longer. I’m going to miss the wind and the car rides, the tons of rain and minimal sunshine. I’m going to miss my home away from home animals: Hana and Bella. But most of all I’m going to miss my Ellie. I love you. And I will definitely be seeing you soon!

Until next time Miami.