It’s unofficially summertime in Miami, and I’ve got the breeze in my hair, the waves at my feet, this Pexioto bikini and unlimited Fancy Fridays to face three months of unbelievable hot. I’m not really sure how it’s already summer again. Is last summer (aka bummer summer) a year behind me already? It is. And thank god. Giant portions of last summer sucked. I had to learn to be on my own for the first time in 13 years. And that’s rough terrain. But there were defining moments, mostly including Lauren Gnazzo, Soho House and this cute guy I met with beautiful blue eyes. He knows who he is. So here it is, another summer, but this year I’m looking forward to it and all the adventures that come with the territory. To whatever lies ahead, ready of not, here I come.