Take my bed, for instance. I slept on a twin mattress on the floor for most my college years. The set-up lacked maturity but it didn't really phase me and honestly, looking for a bed and paying for it didn't really come high on my list of things to do as a 19 year old freshly out on her own. My current queen-sized sleeping arrangements fell into my lap by a roommate wanting to get rid of the old thing. It had a box spring (...and an odor but that went away with Febreeze...or I got used to it. I'll let you decide). Anyways, after moving to Salt Lake, I ditched the plastic digs for a friend's mattress he was storing at my house.
It's been a lovely 6 months with those springs. Before I could even get over the honeymoon stage, said friend told me he needed his bed back. I wasn't even a little upset. See, this was going to be "efficient" in the long run. It was one less thing to move in a month and a half! He picked it up the other evening and I offered the box spring which he welcomed with open arms. Again, 1 less thing to worry about at the end of June! I attempted to offer up the bed frame but that was turned down. I guess I was being greedy...
It has now been 2 nights in my 3-season sleeping bag and, unfortunately, my hip isn't molding well with the cement covered carpet. But as I texted to a friend earlier today, I will gladly take convenience over comfort any day.
My mother would be so proud.