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. 

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