Anyone who has visited my house in the city knows I have more room — too much room — than I know what to do with.
Especially in my bedroom. This is why my twin bed, which pales in comparison to my queen-sized air mattress, looks absolutely ridiculous.
Sure, I thought about going bigger. But why? I’m single. That would just be wishful thinking.
My sister — the little brat (kidding, Casey) — took the queen-sized bed from my room at my parents’ house to college in Richmond. I was left with this bed, which came from my grandma’s.
And it has been with me through the good times and the bad. In sickness and in health. Through three moves. Through college. Through living at home with my parents.
I can’t get myself to replace it. But sometimes, when I’m marveling at a friend’s king-sized sleeping quarters, I can’t help but be a little jealous.
Any other 20-somethings out there still sleep in a twin bed?