My Story; Our Story
My Story. On November 30, 2000, I moved to Florida from my beloved city of Chicago. I never wanted to leave Chicago, but my family moved in June of the same year and I just couldn't be so far away from them. Reluctantly, at the age of 23, I packed up my belongings and moved. It wasn't easy. I left a boyfriend, great friends, cousins, and a killer salsa scene behind. The transition was awful. West Palm Beach, Florida was incredibly 'slow' for my liking. When I first arrived, I expected to see a horse drawn carriage trotting down the street. I was a city girl and I loved the fast pace of the big city life. Florida just didn't feel like "home" to me. I spent New Year's Eve alone that year in my mother's home crying in the bottom bunk of my brothers' bedroom just fantasizing about what all of my friends were doing up North. I refused to bring the New Year in with a bunch of old strangers (my mother's friends.) Fast forward to January,