Miami is so far away from home

Miami is a perfect place for the homesick, homesick, home sick. Everyone here seems to be a transient soul. Fleeing or floundering, bathing in the tropical sun and nursing our wounds, preening like the useless peacocks in my neighborhood, we come to gain traction by keeping our focus on the moment.

If only the economy were better in NY and there was a job for me up there. Miami right now is building and bursting and the work is good. So I will stay here for a while more making a nest with the other insects.