Sometimes I rush myself wanting to move forward with my life that I forget whats truly important at that specific moment and why I'm there.
I've realized in the past few years, more specifically the last few months that everything has its purpose or reason and nothing is coincidental.
Four years ago I embarked on a journey of leaving home (which was a big deal, I'm Cuban... that should explain it) to continue with my education. Little did I know it would take me to a charming little college town in Mississippi. I have both cherished and valued my time in Oxford, the "rolling hills" or better known as the Velvet Ditch to us Ole Miss students. But not every experience was beautiful and full of roses and daisies.
I've shed my good amount of tears for this little Southern town. At times questioning if this was my purpose or if I belonged in Mississippi and Ole Miss. But thing I am not, is a quieter.
Let me take the time to tell you a story.
Just one little tidbit of how I spent my first semester and first 3 months of being on my own.
Like I said earlier, I'm Cuban so I have a very loving, overbearing, overprotective family. I was that kid growing up who could never spend the night at any friends house except for one or two of my friends. I never went to a true "high school" party. I many went to school, dance practice/classes, went home to study and sleep and repeat. Mostly all my weekends were family time, I did have some friend time but not a lot or a crazy amount. Doesn't mean I never say my friends because I did just not like you would describe every waking moment of your day with.
When I went off to Ole Miss I was 20 years old (crazy I know... most people have been on their own since 18 or even younger with summer camps they would go to). I never had a problem "leaving the nest," I wanted to leave and finally be on my own to spread my wings and fly. I was an only child so I had my first roommate when I went off to Ole Miss, it was nice at first feeling like you weren't alone and having someone you could relate to living with you. It just kinda turned into a nightmare once her and her boyfriend were having issues and difficulties in their relationship, needless to say, she went a little crazy and living with her became a pain and really uncomfortable.
When I finally reached my breaking point and literally taking all I could take, I decided to move out it was mid semester. The last week of Septemeber. I was homeless for a month because the apartment I was looking to sublease was available until November 1st.
I will never forget the day my parents drive all night from Destin, FL to Oxford, MS to move me out. It was a Friday. I skipped my classes that day to help my parents move my things into a storage unit. That same Friday after moving my stuff, (only one room of furniture but clothes to last a lifetime) my parents couldn't stay... they had to get back home to Destin to take care of some some things. My dad asked me and repeated to ask me if I had a place to stay for the weekend and for the next few weeks. I assured him I did... I didn't. The moment they drove off to come back home my heart sunk to my chest. I literally had no place to go. Of course I made friends during the month I had been in Oxford but I didn't want to do be at any ones disposal and I felt bad for having to "crash."
Did I regretting my decision of moving out of the house I was in with my roommate? ABSOLUTELY!
Did I sulk at the thought of having no where to go?
What did I do?
I went to the library to study for an exam I had in one of my classes on Monday.
At the library I say this girl I had regogniczed from one of my classes, it was in fact the class I had the exam in. Go figure. I noticed she was wearing a Florida necklace so I approached her about class and we started talking came to found out she was from Niceville, 10 minutes away from Destin and we had mutual friends back home. I ended up staying with her for the remaining time I was "homeless" for. I will never forget how she helped me, even though we are no longer in each others lives. She was an angel sent to help me, and I truly wish her the best.
The point of this story is Father God places you in places for a reason. Things happen that are out of your control for a reason. Of course thats not the only traumatic story I can tell you about Oxford but its one of the most fortifying experiences I've had. The second experience I'll share with you at a later time.