Updated: Nov 15, 2019
I've been settled in my apartment for 5 years and Fresno for over 6 years.
I've come a long way.
Prior to coming back here, I was a nomad. Some of it I had no choice; I grew up poor and often we'd have to find new housing every 1 to 2 years. I lived a life in boxes and suitcases, prepared to be uprooted at any moment.
When I became an adult, I vowed to be finacially stable so I could settle in one spot.
After college living, which involves a lot of moving from dorm rooms, to roommates to shared housing, I finally obtained a place of my own. Yet, I still continued my nomadic living.
I refused to buy furniture and settled for furnished places.
I lived in boxes, ready to move at a moments notice.
I still lived as if I could be unsettled at any moment, as if I would never truly hold onto a place that was my own.
While living with a friend of mine, I started to long for my own place. I knew that I wanted to live in the Tower District, an older side of town filled with cute California bungalows.
God made a deal with me:
"Buy furniture, and you'll get your apartment. No more nomadic living. YOu're going to learn how to be rooted. You're going to settle."
The what if's started racing in my mind: what if I lost my place? what if my income decreased? I started reliving the fears that I'd had during my childhood.
God reassured me that He'd always be with me and He'd always provide.
I decided to seek out a place. Once I had it, I took a friend with me and purchased my first couch.
It was such a victory for a girl who never knew how to settle.
This post was written through a writing prompt through Five Minute Friday. I actually missed last week (Oops!).
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