Since I started this adventure, bed has been a profoundly important place for me. In Germany, when I got a bedroom in a flat share, I bought sheets so that even if everything else was chaotic I could creep between them and forget about it. I did it like the Germans do, buying two single sized blankets for a double bed.
In Canada I found the only white sheets in camp so I could cover up my sleeping bag, which always felt of sand no matter how many times I washed it.
Last year I bought a big winter blanket, and felt very grown up about it. It’s a full size too big for my bed, and heaven to sink into. I bought a cover in white and cream to hide the red doona cover I was given as an au pair – I can’t bare having colours in my bed while I sleep, I always figured I had too many colours in my head as it was.
And then now, after nearly four years down the rabbit hole, I moved my sheets and big blanket into my new apartment, in the heart of the city I’d always dreamt of and already feel entirely at home. I can’t believe my luck.
Sweet dreams. xx