I feel like my nephew when he got his first big boy bed. My bed for the last 1o years has been a double bed. I loved it. I loved the bed frame and the bed itself. It was in my grandmothers guest room, and when I moved out on my own she gave it to me. I brought it with me when I moved to MA, and then when I moved to NYC.
I have contemplated a new bed for a while, but really couldn't bring myself to do it. I kept thinking I would just buy a new mattress and be okay. Well, I was looking for new mattresses and realized that, at 34, I shouldn't be sleeping in the same double bed anymore. It's the bed of my 20's...you know when you don't have alot of money for furniture and rely on hand me downs and cheap. Not that it was cheap, or in the hand me down sense that I didn't really like it, it's just what it was. It's cramped when Mr. Right finally decides to show up. I looked online for beds and fell in love with one, and upgraded to a Queen. I am one anyway, so why not sleep on one. That meant getting a new mattress as well, so that and new sheet sets later I was in business. The bed arrived, and I put it together (all by myself Jon and Dad!) and hauled the mattress onto the platform and I was cooking with gas!
I love spreading out, and having room, love the new mattress and I can't believe I waited so long to get a big boy bed!
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