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Contrast is a hell of a thing. Getting off a plane and into the cold, annoyed-to-see-you hands of New York’s JFK leaves you with a bitter and confused taste for the US. The contrast though? Stepping through Miami’s airport for the happy, stress-free immigration officers who actually seemed happy to see us. From there, Miami opened up like the bottom falling out of a cup, pouring all its good vibes directly into us. I’m sure once the traveler’s joy wears off and the reality of living in Miami hits, the experience will change, but until that happens, we get to live in this little euphoria that is Brickell, Miami.