<p>It&#39;s true what they say about coming home again.&#0160; </p>

<p>I was proud of being from Miami.&#0160; It defined me.&#0160; Whenever someone found out where I was from they invariable smiled and said &quot;of course!&quot;&#0160; To me, my hometown was the world - full of opportunity and beautiful people, warm and inviting, a never ending party.&#0160; I&#39;ve always been a traveler, so it&#39;s not like I was never exposed to other places (big and small) but whenever I came to Miami I was Home.</p>

<p>I knew that it wasn&#39;t perfect.&#0160; The locals, we were always arrogant and sometimes a bit superficial.&#0160; But once you lived here you knew that there was more to the people than the way they looked and their cars.&#0160; Family is big here.&#0160; The people of Miami come from everywhere.&#0160; I loved that everybody has story and that you always met their grandmothers.&#0160; I loved the unapologetic wackyness of the place.&#0160; I loved the sophistication and beauty of this magical city.</p>

<p>Lately, the magic is gone.&#0160; I feel very little that is good when I come to Miami.&#0160; It&#39;s not home anymore.</p>

<p>Where once the air was sultry, it&#39;s now just humid.</p>

<p>Once I thought that the people glowed, but now their skin is leathery from the sun.</p>

<p>The city, which once was so immense seems to have shrunk.&#0160; (And the traffic...where did all these cars come from!)</p>

<p>What was once sexy is now cheap.</p>

<p>The sun, which I miss so much during the freezing Boston winters, is now oppressive and dangerous.</p>

<p>The exuberant people I remember now seem bitter and disenchanted.</p>

<p>What was once fun is now ridiculous.</p>

<p>I don&#39;t think that the city has changed much.&#0160; It&#39;s that I&#39;ve changed.&#0160; I had my magical time in Miami.&#0160; I guess it&#39;s now somebody else&#39;s turn.</p>
