Who Needs a Bed Anyway
I don’t own a bed. For the last 8 years my husband and I have slept on a mattress that sits directly on the floor. We’ve been married for 20 years now. You’d think we would have acquired one by now. When we moved from southern California to Miami in 2004, we decided to sell our nice, hand-carved, four-poster bed because we didn’t want to move it across the country. We thought that we’d just buy a new one. But we never did. It wasn’t really about the money either – it was about priorities. You see, we just didn’t care. Our house is actually quite sparse as far as furniture goes. And we have very little comfortable furniture to sit on. We just don’t sit down for very long.
We owned a boat in Florida for a while, and we’ve travelled all over Europe and the Caribbean, and this year we got our whole family season passes for a ski resort. We go on weekenders all the time with our kids. My boys grew tired of the beach and Disney World when we were in Florida. Now that we’re in Utah, they’re getting tired of skiing. You see, we have decided to spend our money and energy on experiencing life, and not acquiring things. For those of you who race, you know that the more you get into it, the more expensive it gets. Race fees, travel expenses, shoes, clothes, gym memberships, and a natural, healthy diet can be very expensive. And my decision this year to do as many Spartan Races as possible is going to cost quite a bit. I don’t think I’ll be getting a bed this year either.
So maybe next year a bed will be at the top of my priority list, but I doubt it. With a world to explore and so much to do and see, I’m happy with my bed, or I guess lack of bed. I’m happy with the great memories and photos of time spent with loved ones, rather than a house full of nice furniture and dust collectors.