Dear bedroom curtains,
Now that I have you, I can’t imagine my life without you. Ok, that’s a lie, because until last weekend, I didn’t have you and I vividly remember exactly what it was like. And let me tell you, it was sad.
You provide me with decor, privacy, and cool shaded mornings in a life that used to be filled with violently sunny awakenings and many nights I’m nearly certain my neighbors were staring at me standing naked in my room.
It was a rough start – I doubted myself in choosing you, I text Vanessa compulsively asking for her opinion, wondering if I was making the right choice. And then, on a mildly hungover Sunday alone in Ikea, I found you. Or maybe you found me? (and the 976,000 other people I’m sure have you in their home).
I eagerly took you home and after 3 hours of trying to use a power drill (still alone, less mildly hungover), we were finally complete. I’m never letting go (next time I’m definitely asking for help with the drill, though).