I walked into Wal-Mart yesterday and had a mini melt down in my head. My thoughts went like this:
This is NOT MY Wal-Mart
This Wal-Mart does NOT have the right food
Where is everything…put it in the right spots
I want to go home
Then I went to my new home and started fixing lunch. These were my thoughts:
This is NOT MY kitchen
These are NOT MY kitchen utensils
Where is everything???
I want to go home
I ate, then went into my room with what I had leftover of my double stuff oreos. I layed on an air matress that is not mine. I looked at a very empty room and I pouted as I ate my cookies. It wasn’t very comforting, so I dragged myself up and went for a run. I felt a little better after that.
But what made me feel the best, the reason I came down to Gainesville, was what happened next. We had roommate night. I got the chance to share with the girls all the conflicting emotions of joy to sorrow in coming down here. The mini melt downs that I had were only the surface of my emotions. I spilled, they listened. Then all of them shared with me how each one had felt exactly the same way when they first moved.
Moving from home; Moving from my family and friends; Moving from my church family; and moving from everything I know and am comfortable with is not easy. I do not like how everything is new. Just because I have been in a constant transition for the past three and half years does not mean that I have become a pro at leaving. I miss who and what I know. But I look forward to this new change, this shift in my life. I know God has something BIG aound this little turn in the road of my life.
