my bed showed up today. it didn’t take that long, but i still wish it would have shown up sooner. if they had given me the option to pay more to get it overnight, i would’ve paid it.
either way. it’s here. it’s great. and i spent a fair portion of the day sleeping in it.
i’ve never had a real bed. i guess that’s not really true. i’ve had beds. but i’ve never had a really nice bed. i’ve always slept on whatever was given to me. usually this was whatever my mom didn’t want anymore.
that’s not as bad as it sounds. there was a time where i had a queen with a nice headboard. i was 15, i think. there was a weird phase i went through went i put my box spring next to my mattress and had a super bed. i don’t remember what that was about.
i was not happy the day i had to give up that bed. we had moved to a new house, and my room was in the basement. as always. the mattress fit just fine, but the box spring was too big to make it down the stairs. somehow that meant going back to a twin. a fucking twin.
that part of my life is blurry. i remember sleeping right outside my room, but i forget why. that must have lasted at least six months, because i have several memories of it. why i didn’t i have a room?
my room proper would flood every time it rained, so there’s a good chance that i was waiting for the floor to dry, but that couldn’t have taken more than a few weeks.
some of my fondest memories of that house are from when i lived in the main area of the basement.