Has anyone every told you that “adulting” isn’t for the feeble?

“Adulting” simply means conducting oneself as an adult.

This past weekend I finally moved into my own little abode. It was a rough couple of days trying to find a place that would feel like home, but I’m glad it eventually worked out for the better. But this wouldn’t have been possible without the support of a few members of the community.

While recalling my first day in town, I remember struggling to find my way to places, missing exits, off of which lent to my confusion while traveling the local streets. Frustrated and angry, I had made it quite evident that I was the new kid in town.

Over the next few days, I thought it best to keep to myself and abstain from approaching people, disappearing into my room each evening, only coming out again the next morning.

Today, it’s been a little over two weeks since I moved to Pearl River County and am happy to say that a lot has changed now that I’ve gotten to know the community.

From moving out of student housing at the University of Mississippi, to setting up in my new apartment, I have gotten more help than I could’ve possibly asked for.  It feels comforting when people come up to me and offers their help. I still get lost but feel confident enough to pull over and ask someone for directions to a place I’ve never been.

Although slowly, Picayune is beginning to feel like home away from home and I have the people of PRC to thank for that.

Therefore, I have learned not to shy away when I feel apprehensive and instead reach out to someone when help is required.