“You’ve never lived anywhere, but Miami? Really?”
This bewildered reaction is what people tend to give me when I tell them I’m going to move to a new city for the first time in my life — and I'm an adult woman.
In retrospect, I guess it seems strange having never lived
anywhere else. According to a recent poll, nearly half of all Americans relocate away from their childhood homes.
Growing up in “Me-Am-E” as us natives
pronounce it, always seemed like the ideal city to spend my life.
I mean with summer weather all year round, beaches at our finger
tips, fun nightlife, a burgeoning art scene,and my friends and family all
there, what wasn’t to love?
Well, that’s what I always thought until one very cold day last February during New York Fashion Week when I had decided to venture outside of Manhattan on my day off from covering the shows.That day I had layered myself with not one, but two coats and two pairs of tights with a simple tee and jeans. I abhorred the winter and while staying in bed nice and toasty in my hotel room sounded more appealing, I was curious to explore Williamsburg. I had read several articles for years about the area, and heard Miami artists talking about this up-and-coming “it” spot.
As I went up the steps from the L train platform the icy
wind slapping my face, making me shiver. I stepped onto the famed Bedford
Street and was in complete awe.
The first frosty words I mumbled to myself were, “I
can’t believe this place exists in New York. I could totally live here.”
It was everything I wanted: Quiet, quaint, and I could
look up at the blue sky without towering buildings staring down at me. Yet, it
had more. Here, locals trod in head-turning, picture-perfect street style.
Dozens of hip restaurants and bars lined the streets, while hundreds of
creatives co-existed, ready to inspire one another.
The best part of it all, was that it was just one subway stop away from the center of the fashion universe: Manhattan — a place, I had finally accepted I needed to be close to in order to really let my career blossom.
Since that trip, I’ve been coming back to Brooklyn for
over a year, slowly developing a relationship with the borough and falling
madly in love with her more each time. Sometimes I am here for a few days and
other times for a couple of weeks.
I even met my Brooklyn boyfriend in Miami, ironically enough. He
was visiting the weekend of my birthday and came to a party I had via a mutual
It’s been a slow process. I’m not one to nose-dive into things, but I do think the universe heard me loud and clear that day about living here because everything keeps pointing me back to Brooklyn. Part of me is scared and part of me is equally ready for the adventure. All I know is by the end of this year, I’ll be here.
To satisfy my Cuban cravings from my home away from home, I’ve
been doing quite a lot of research and exploring everything Cubano in NYC.
Here are some of my favorite Cuban digs so far: