I’m in Miami Bitch!

WEEK 1: It’s all about the U baby!

This is actually too much for my life. I’ve got about an hour and a half to go before my first class. I’m sitting in Starbucks on US-1, Coral Gables; chilling with a skinny vanilla latte and a Panini. The weather is a bit unpredictable since it’s Hurricane Season, but who gives a shit? I’M IN MIAMI.

That still hasn’t sunken in. I’m actually in Miami. I feel like I’m in a dream, and this is inception. Any minute now, that spinning top is going to drop and I’m going to land right back in shitty old Catford. Like, seriously dude. I’m truly blessed right now.

I’ve been here just over a week now, and already my life is that much better. Obviously I miss my family and friends back home – but the way I’m just oozing positivity right now. I genuinely feel happy ALL THE TIME. It’s something in the water man, and obviously the sun is helping too. Even when it’s raining, it is still HOT. So you can still be in shorts and a tank top like it’s nothing. As long as you got your brolly, you’re good to go (I’m already saying American words; allow it).

The people here are so friendly and polite, it makes London look shameful, sorry. They will just casually talk to you, no agenda attached. Like, they genuinely want to know how your day is going and that you’re okay, and that’s live. The way if you’re on the underground at London Bridge, and someone so much as smiles at you, you’re there thinking “Why’s he smiling at me though?” Like, fully confused init. I know I’ve been guilty of that. But here, it is the absolute norm, and that’s amazing. Anyway, on to the actual stories.

The first week began pretty slowly. I mean, I am in a new country after all – I guess that is to be expected. I found myself a nice little group to go around with, who were also exchange students. However, I didn’t want to restrict myself. I wanted to meet some locals. I wanted to meet people who understood me, and so I began to branch out. I met my babies (you guys know who you are) and it was perfect from the start. When you meet sincere people who have so much in common with you, it makes being thousands of miles away from home that much easier.

With them, the first week has turned out to be pretty amazing. We experienced South Beach for the first time, and it was THE SHIT. Can I just say, HOTTIE central. Oh my life. Men and women mate. Miami is very focused on image, so the way everyone’s body is flippin’ on point. The guy’s have their abs speaking for them and those strong ass backs giving me flamin’ heart palpitations. The women have them toned, flat stomachs and them J-Lo asses and J-Hud boobies. Swear. Now I would say I’m almost there, but an LBT and Zumba class wouldn’t hurt. I’ve never been a gym goer really, but best believe I have paid my Wellness fee and I will be in that gym sweating it up! It’s serious.

Now I know you guys want to hear about the nightlife init? Okay, so I don’t have that much to report. As you probably know, you have to be 21 to get into most places in Miami (the good places, anyway). But I have a plan. So don’t worry about me, haha. However, the fact that I’m studying at the University of Miami means you will always find something live. We fully just have fun jamming in dorms (I’m still waiting to be assigned, but should have a room next week), playing tunes, meeting people, talking and bussing joke. The vibe is just too live. We’ve been to two frat parties. One that was dead, one that was live…and both had red cups. We were fully gassed. These fraternity houses were MASSIVE. They were both bungalows, but the floor space was ridiculous. And the swimming pools? CRAZY. We will be attending another one on Friday, and this one is a black fraternity, so you know this shit will be live. Well I hope it will anyway. From when I met some black guy who didn’t know about bashment O_O. I was mortified. So here’s to hoping mate *raises glass*. I’ll update you guys in the WEEK 2 installment.

I am now in my second week, and already I’m wishing I could have done my whole degree here. The school spirit here is so endearing and encouraging. The whole Miami community is behind this institution. From when the UM line is endorsed by Nike. Like, this is a big deal. People wear orange and green proudly (the UM colours). I can’t lie, I am fully building my UM apparel. I’ve got two tees, one tank, a UM notebook and a couple pens. And I’m not stopping there. Gonna cop me some gym shorts tomorrow.

It’s Great To Be A Miami Hurricane!

I’ll be back next week with I’m in Miami Bitch WEEK 2.