When I first moved to Miami from New York in the Before Times (2005), I started my job at the federal courthouse in downtown Miami and, on my first day of work, realized that I had never been to downtown Miami before. I imagined that downtown Miami looked something like midtown New York: tall office buildings, bustling streets, maybe a Starbucks. I had seen enough of Miami on television to know that there were tall buildings somewhere. But when I left my office looking for something as simple as a cold brew coffee and a turkey sandwich, I was instead met with stores offering me more rolling luggage and gently used batteries than I could ever ask for.