I miss bed.

Something this month that surprised me was how any bed can truly feel like my bed.  Maybe its exhaustion or maybe its adaptation, but its true.  Before I came here I thought that this would be hard for me, a year without my bed.  When I was younger, I used to have sleepovers with my friends and wake up consciously missing my bed.  The right amount of blankets, the way my head fit nicely in my pillow, the cozy smell- I missed everything about my bed.  When I visited my family in California for a month it was really hard to go without my bed.  But now?  I can build up a good, solid relationship with just about any bed in 5 minutes, about the amount of time it takes me to fall asleep.  Any house, any bed (or surface really) that I can sleep in, is perfectly alright with me.  I don't distinguish anymore between which bed I miss, I just miss bed.