Every time I come home, it seems like everything has changed around me.Right now I’m driving around Miami with my mom. Not the Miami where girls in bikinis are walking around 24/7, but my Miami. The Miami where working class immigrant families have settled for decades, where Haitians, Jamaicans, Hispanics, and other national groups intermingle to create this awesome, bustling atmosphere. It’s so comforting to walk outside of my home and hear a multitude of languages, like beautiful melodies blessing my ears. I’m happy that every time I come back home, something seems to be different to me, because it feels good to see my beloved city with new eyes each time.