It really ties the room together.
For the better part of my 29 years, I've slept on a twin bed. And not having been institutionalized or incarcerated, there's no good reason why.
For the better part of my 29 years, I've slept on a twin bed. And not having been institutionalized or incarcerated, there's no good reason why.
Sure it's a convenient excuse to prevent a gentleman caller from becoming an overnight guest. Keeps a fellow from getting all up in your space and looking through your collection of
But I think it was largely about the transitional nature of my twenties. Your twenties are all about what's down the road. Opportunities present themselves at a moments notice and you don't want to worry about carting a California King cross-country. From college, to your first low-level entry position, to a new city, it's all about what's next. You never want to get too comfortable, maybe even literally, with where you're at. That, and wicked insomnia, fueled the notion that at any time, I could be off into the sunset, twin mattress propped up against someone's dumpster.
So perhaps it's ironic - I really don't know, the use of that word kinda confuses me - that in a city of perpetual motion (and only two seasons,) I'm ready to hang around.
Sneak peek at an upcoming post: New Bed Injuries: Why Your Box Spring Wasn't Assembled Correctly and How to Keep Him from Suing.
