What exactly were my complaints about Miami?

Please don’t tell me it’s going to snow again this weekend.

I’m not even visiting the Jet Blue site or I’ll have a ticket to Miami before you can say “$69 each way.”

I guess it’s that season again. The last stretch of winter. The time of year when I resolve for sure that next fall I will buy one of those SAD lamps.

For the next month and a half I will awake each morning with a single burning question: “why did I leave South Florida, again?”

This weekend I’ll track down some Corona with lime, cocoa butter lotion, and a “sorta summertime album.”

And if that doesn’t work: friends in Miami, prepare your sofa beds.


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