Phase seven: Resignation
Where you’re living: Coconut Grove
Where you’re going out: Ft. Lauderdale. Even Delray, if you've got somewhere to stay.
Your mantra: “Where else am I gonna go?”
Go-to activity: Sitting at Scotty’s Landing, talking about how it’s going to get torn down next week, and complaining about how much nicer Miami used to be.
If you don't leave after phase six, you come to the realization that once you’ve lived in Miami long enough, you really don’t know how to live anywhere else. You resign yourself to people being undependable, the government being corrupt, and not always being understood in what you say. But everywhere has its flaws, and Miami is home now. You’ve become very good at meeting new people, and without realizing it, you're all of a sudden a salty local. And as you sit at Scotty’s enjoying a cold domestic draft on a warm April evening, you say to whoever’s sitting next to you “Well, there’s a lot worse places to be.”