The Bed Frame and Me

Five years ago, my friend and former roommate M., who now lives in England, got married. My boyfriend at the time and I attended. He spent the wedding acting weird. He insisted we leave early because his stomach hurt, although the food had been vegetarian and not at all tough on the tummy. The next day, the truth was revealed: he was breaking up with me. While this didn't come as a total shock - we had been on the rocks for the previous sixth months - I was surprised. I thought our six year relationship was getting better. I took a nap in the middle of the break up, and we went to bed in the same bed. I had trouble falling asleep, so I got up and went to the couch for awhile before coming back to bed to fall asleep. The next morning, he got up before me. While he was busy, I snuck into the bathroom to take a shower. We were supposed to attend a concert together that night, but I left it up in the air when he asked me through the shower door.

After he left I called my mom, who was supportive. I got to work and stumbled through the day. I sent him an email that said I would be going to a concert with a friend, and while I was gone I would appreciate it if he would gather up what he needed and move to his parents house a few miles away until I could find an apartment.

So I moved out. Within a little over a week I had found a place, and within two weeks I was moving out. I did not own much furniture, just a desk, a trunk, and a metal shelf. We happened to be borrowing a fold up futon-like thing from his parents at the time, so I took that with me, and it was my bed for the next couple months.

When M. returned from her Italian honeymoon, I took a long lunch to go to her office and tell her what had transpired the day after her wedding. At some point, she told me that they were using part of their gift money to buy a new mattress for her husband's not-so-great-at-the-time back. Would I like the old one? Yes! By Christmas, it was mine. I gave the futon back to my ex during a weird January night, in the parking lot of his work.

So now I had a real mattress, but no bed frame. I can't remember if there was talk of me maybe getting the one from M. and her husband, or if I just put off purchasing a new one, but by the time it was summer, M. and her husband where headed off to live in London. Would I like the bed frame? Yes!

It's one of those lovely frames that gives you space under the bed. I store many things under it.

This is all to say that many things that one owns often have a story to them. So my plan is to dig under the bed and see what other stories are under there. There are quite a few things from my childhood and past. I'm curious as to where I'm keeping my toy cars ... so that's part of the goal. But yes, that's the plan for the next little while.