My First Time at High Point

If you are in the interior design or furniture design industry or any related industry, went to the High Point Furniture Market in High Point, NC, and saw a group of young adults with passes that said “STUDENT,” you probably saw people from my school. Wow that sentence was overwhelming with commas; I might’ve written it wrong.

Anyway, on Monday, April 8, 2019, my entire studio class for my interior architecture major had to go to the High Point Furniture Market. Going to High Point was our class for the day and required a 3-hour drive to meet in front of the main building at 10 am.

Instead of waking up at a difficult hour on Monday morning, two of my friends (we’ll say their names are Valerie and Ronda; I will not reveal their real names for privacy reasons) and I decided to head down Sunday afternoon, and traveling with them was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.


We left our little East Tennessean college town about 3 pm and made our way to Concord, NC where our Airbnb was. The trip down didn’t feel like three hours because we talked the entire time, and it was amazing conversation; there wasn’t a moment of awkward and uncomfortable silence. I got to know them both a lot better. The ride down was truly amazing.

Upon our initial entrance to the Airbnb, it was absolutely beautiful; it looked way nicer than I expected. However, the longer we stayed, the more we noticed some of its flaws. It was missing a full length mirror (which made it difficult to get dressed and make sure we looked presentable for market), a table lamp in the living room (there was a Himalayan salt lamp, but it didn’t turn on), a washer and dryer, and a plunger. Also, we later found out that the Roku TV talks, and we couldn’t figure out how to make it stop. As we were cleaning up everything our final day there, ants took over the kitchen sink area and the counter space where the bar was, which was awful. If I had to grade it, I would give it a high B+, maybe a low A-.

Anyway, when we first arrived to Concord, we decided to get food because we were starving. Valerie and I didn’t really care where we ate, and Ronda spotted a Chipotle on our way in; Ronda loves Chipotle. This is where I broke my Chipotle virginity. I ordered a steak burrito bowl with brown rice and all the fixings with a side of chips and queso. Overall, it was pretty good; the tomatoes were really weird and got to be unbearable after a while, so I ended up moving those to the side.

After dinner, we decided to take a trip to Walmart to get a couple of things. Ronda got stuck in line in front of a very sexually active couple who looked to be in their mid-40s. There’s nothing wrong with getting action, but I don’t think explicitly talking about not being able to wait to get in the car and take off your clothes is something to be talked about in a Walmart checkout line as you slowly get closer to the person in front of you (hope that makes sense). Ronda was scarred for life, and when she told us about it, Valerie and I became scarred for life. The term of endearment “big sexy” was used a lot, and unfortunately, I can’t get that out of my head.

When we got back to the Airbnb, we watched The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants and kind of watched John Mulaney: The Comeback Kid. By “kind of” I mean our intent was to watch it, but Valerie knew pretty much every word to it so we heard her more than we heard him. Anyway, while we watched the kind of creepy Roku TV, I worked on an essay I had due at midnight, which I totally failed; I was kind of expecting to fail, so I’m not too torn up about it (I couldn’t conjure up twenty sentences related to the United States involvement in anti-communism in Vietnam).

To end the night, I slept on the couch. It would’ve been a really amazing sleep if someone hadn’t have gotten (not sure if that was grammatically correct) their vehicle towed at 3 am and made a loud ruckus. Since the living area is small and there are two doors to enter and exit the place, I heard the tow truck loud and clear.


This was High Point day, and to start us off, we went to Ellie’s Coffee Shoppe for some fuel. They made the best strawberry smoothie I have ever had; I honestly don’t think I’ll be able to have a smoothie from anywhere else ever again. It was so freaking delicious; if I could wake up every morning and drink Ellie’s strawberry smoothie, I would.

Once we were done getting dressed, we took the one-hour trip to High Point. We parked at an abandoned mall to take the free shuttle service they provided. Then we met up with our classmates and started our showroom journey.

Honestly, there’s not much I can say about High Point. There were several moments where showrooms/companies (not sure which one to use) didn’t take us seriously with our student passes. As students, we weren’t allowed in some of the showrooms, which was kind of annoying, but other than that, it was really fun and spectacular. I definitely regained some inspiration and energy to finish the two projects I have going on right now (which I have two weeks to finish and have not put a dent in; I’m trying really hard not to freak out right now).

It was really hard getting a decent picture of this neon sign.

One of the showrooms was very proud of this fact:

This display was by far the most “Jamilah” display they had, and I had to share another picture of it; it describes me so well:

After we left High Point (and I had my moment at Target), we left High Point in search of a gas station, and WE FOUND A SPEEDWAY. Let me tell you about my love for Speedway gas stations right quick. They have the best gas station slushies I have ever had, and they only cost eighty-nine cents. There are no Speedway gas stations near my college campus, so I normally go three months without their amazing slushies. When I get back to Nashville, I make sure I get my fill of them then, but low and behold, we found a Speedway in High Point, NC, which meant I could have my moment with a Speedway slushie before having to wait a month to get another one.

Then we headed back to Concord. We ordered pizzas and chilled; Ronda and I went to Food Lion, where I bought ice cream and grape juice. We ended up not eating the ice cream, and I forgot the grape juice at the Airbnb entirely; I try not to think about it. We spent our night talking and watching Get Smart, a couple of episodes of New Girl, and Vine compilation videos.

Speaking of New Girl, we had a very interesting conversation. There was a realization that everyone in my year’s program talks about everyone else; it’s pretty much just like high school and middle school. I honestly think it’s something that’s not going to change no matter where you are in life, which is very unfortunate. Anyway, going back to how it relates to New Girl, we ended up going over everyone’s pogo. In episode 14 of season 2 of New Girl, Schmidt explains what a pogo is:

My pogo is that I wear my emotions, and I don’t necessarily consider that a bad thing. It lets everyone know when to talk to me and when to not talk to me; sometimes, I don’t have the energy to talk to people, which is when my RBF comes into play, and people stay away.

Anyway, I ended the night sleeping in a bed. Valerie let me sleep in the bed she originally slept in, and I couldn’t be more grateful. It was a memory foam mattress with memory foam pillows (aka, sleep heaven); that combination was the best thing about the Airbnb.


It was time for us to get back to reality, which was extremely difficult. Before we left Concord, though, we went back to Ellie’s, where I got another incredible strawberry smoothie. If you’re ever in Concord, North Carolina, stop by Ellie’s; the owner and the environment are incredible.

Besides regaining inspiration, (some) motivation, and (some) passion for my interior architecture major, I got two major, nonacademic things from this trip:

  1. I love Concord, NC; it is a perfect combination of the three cities I love the most. I’m seriously contemplating moving there once I graduate. Like, I really want to live there.
  2. I realized the two people I should’ve been hanging out with in my program this entire time. I realized who the real ones are.

Needless to say, we’re going back for the fall market.

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