I don’t have a bed.
While being in Paris I realised, that I don’t have any bed on my own. Don’t get me wrong. I have a place to sleep, in various countries actually. But no bed I can call a ‘oh-my-i-love-to-crawl-in-you-all-day-long’ bed. And you know what?
It’s smashy! I’ve never felt so free.
Few months ago, not having my own bed (read:home) would be the worst situation that could happen to me. But now… Now I realised that this was my dream. Very well hidden indeed, but pretty strong one. I released my hidden Nomad and I love her.
You know that sometimes you just have this feeling that everything what has happen in your life was guiding you to this very moment? To put it into connection, I moved more than 10 times so far (and can’t be bothered to count it anymore) and for sure I’ll be moving every year for next 5 years. Why? Because I’m about to start my BSc course in September. I guess, this is just about the time to realize that the bed-security is overrated value. In fact I actually have every bed in the world without the burden of being stuck at one place for too long. That is what youth is about, right?
How many times in a lifetime can one say that they have no bed? Ha!
(However, my father spoiled my excitement by saying that the very same happend to him and lasted many years, like 7. or 10. I’cant feel unique anymore… disaster!)
So, are you planning on not having a bed?