Last time blogging, I kind of left everyone hanging with a thoughtful poem and little else accompanying it except for a cryptic "thinking..." ending at the bottom. I just want everyone to know that I'm doing just fine right now. Possibly better than fine. Well rested is the best term for it.
Meet the culprit. The new bed.
Allow me to explain my former bed situation. When I moved to the new digs in Calabasas, I uh, didn't have one. For two months to be exact. I slept on a piece of memory foam instead. On the carpeted floor with my comforters and pillows and all. For two months.
This is the moment where everybody looks at me strangely and slowly mouths, "Why?" stretching the word out super long with a look that is the perfect mix of incredulous and horrified. Why did you not have a bed for two months? Why? Why? WHY CHILD WHY??
Hey, it never bothered me. I found it to be oddly comfortable. The real reasons why I didn't buy a bed were:
1) They're expensive. Bed frame, box spring, mattress, headboard. They all add up to a very disturbingly pretty penny. There are ways of getting around the expense but my issue here is would I spend that kind of money on a bed or on new clothes? The sad thing is, generally no matter what situation I'm in, clothes win. There was a time when I was a little girl when my parents couldn't afford any dressers for my brother and I for our bedrooms or other bedroom items like end tables and whatnot. Did this stop us from still possessing the best wardrobes and plentiful shoe piles around? Nope. It appears small moments from my childhood are creeping into my adulthood. Either that, or I may have an addiction to shopping. Clothes are also easy to pack and jet out with at a moment's notice which brings me to my second reason...
2) Nomadic tendencies. Have you ever seen that movie Chocolat? There is a scene where Vianne, the main character, is standing by the river and staring off into the sky. She often remarks that the Northern wind pulls her and her daughter into certain directions and she moves when she feels the wind pull. You might as well call this my life because I feel the exact same way. Sometimes I'll be sitting and having lunch with my friends and I'll gaze up and feel trapped in my chair. It takes so much effort not to run out of the room to the airport and book a flight, somewhere, anywhere. The sheer feeling of flying, of being in motion, of a new destination is a feeling I love and treasure and try as often as possible to consistently partake in. When my Dad was my age, he lived overseas by himself in Amsterdam and Paris for awhile. He was a lot like me, drifting where he liked and being independent.
When I moved into the apartment, my parents panicked over my decision to begin purchasing furniture because it indicated I would be staying there for some time. I panicked too, but in a more quiet way. There is a part of me that craves having a safe, secure place to call home, where I can sit and read and listen to music and write. There is another part of me that fears I'm not "home" yet. I feel like my entire self is just a big jigsaw puzzle and that while I have some of the pieces, I've got so many more to put together.
Eventually though, I decided to get a bed. This bed would be bought right as my first truly adult home purchase. I would not be assembling it myself in case my crappy handiwork ended with the bed breaking apart with me sleeping in it. There would be no box spring because I really don't need that. No King or Queen size because this girl does not need all of the excessive space. Just a good twin bed that would be delivered to my place and assembled for me.
Who would make the bed of my dreams?
This is my new bed (though not with such a huge, well-lit bedroom seen in the photo), but the bed is still mine. I dreamed of this bed for ages and as you know, I'm a big advocate in making dreams become reality. Luckily for this one, I had a wee bit of financial aid from my parents which has since rebuilt our relationship together again.
It's beyond comfy and cozy. Pretty and roomy. When it arrived last Saturday, I immediately pursued a test try nap. That nap, I told my roommate, was so good it lasted 3 hours.
This is a lie.
That nap was so good, it actually lasted 5 hours. Dayum Serta mattresses, why you gotta be so soft and spectacular like that?
Love to you all,