Christmas came a little early or, I guess this still qualifies as Hanukkah. I recently moved and acquired a roommate. I'm down to just one now. As we're moving in and unpacking various boxes, we start to take stock of all of the stuff we have. He has more cd's than he'll listen to in the course of this lifetime but he has racks to hold them all. I have enough DVDs to keep anybody entertained 24/7 for a little over a year however, I have no racks to hold them. My collection has lived in assorted boxes for years just like my books.
At the thought of finally unpacking all of these boxes, I suggested the practical approach of cinder blocks and wood planks. You can pick them up damn near anywhere and they break down for easy transport when it's time to move again. No sooner were the words out of my mouth when the idea was vetoed. The reasoning being that we are now adults and NOT college students. This may be true but we are adults on a budget not to mention the fact that we are men. As a man, I've always believed in keeping things simple and practical. We met somewhere in the middle and kept an eye on Craigslist.
Another point brought to my attention was the fact that I was sleeping on the floor. This is not as destitute as it sounds. I had a futon mattress at my old place but didn't notice that there was a small leak somewhere in the room and water had gathered under the mattress and started to grow things. Needless to say, I left it behind. I planned on replacing it but wanted to make sure I could cover my new expenses before I started dallying in creature comforts.
I've done the futon mattress for years because they're easy to move, relatively cheap and comfortable enough. Being of the simple and practical mindset, I've never seen the point of forking out a lot for something you only spend six to eight hours in and you're sleeping through the experience. If it gets the job done, that's all I need.
Once again, my roommate, in an effort to drag me kicking and screaming into adulthood, told me of his plan to buy me a bed for Christmas. Apparently as an adult, practicality is no longer a watch word.
Today, the book cases and my bed showed up. Complete with boxes and instructions. Insert tab A into slot B and secure with screw L while making sure the holes match up.
Don't get me wrong, I know my roommate has the best of intentions but I've lived alone for a very long time and have just gotten used to doing things differently.
I now own a bed that could sleep two comfortably so I have a lot of room to spread out. I bought sheets for the first time in my life tonight. They're grey flannel, I call them my Gregory Peck sheets. I bought a new pillow and a comforter. I own linens. I'm starting to feel like I'm selling out by giving in to comfort and luxury, like any minute ninjas will disappear into the night with half of my Motorhead cd's because I have lost the right to listen to them anymore.
This should make for an interesting nights sleep. Goodnight everybody.
