Go big or at least go away from home
Given the joyful experience of living where I live, I’ve been thinking about moving to Miami.
After spending the day there yesterday, I loved seeing city lights and watching plane after plane land at MIA.
Air France incoming …
But not only did not one person act nice, but not a soul attempted to speak English.
Except here at the Mall of the Americas …
Mall of the Latin Americas, apparently.
I’m thinking Savannah for my next stop. All I know is when my lease is up, it’s “go big” time. No staying at where I currently call home.
Maybe the true south is where this belle belongs.