I’ve always loved Oxford. It’s hard to find someone who went to Ole Miss who doesn’t get dreamy eyed when they think about their time on the square, running the pretty neighborhood streets or spending a quiet summer there.
Still, since I moved to Memphis I’ve had a strange relationship with it. When I went back I felt such strong nostalgia it made me emotional. It wasn’t a bad feeling, but so strong that I would get back home and feel confused not knowing what my reaction meant. I don’t go back that often for this reason.
This weekend though Matt was in town and we’d decided a trip to Oxford would be a perfect way to celebrate the amazing fall like weather.
We met there. In Farley Hall (in the picture above) in a journalism class. Standing with him for the first time by that building was extremely emotional. This one I totally understood. I wish I’d known at 21 we’d be back in this spot eight years later. Sure, as friends we also spent plenty of time on the square, but it was in the old lecture room, the peeling paint I can still see, that I looked at him and haven’t seen someone I was more intrigued by since. The lecture room has been totally renovated. It looks great. I walked back in there a couple of years ago and didn’t like it because I wanted it to look the exact same. I guess now that I have him I can accept progress!