I’m sick of buying beds

The first bed I ever really owned was gifted to me by a relative. I was moving into my own unfurnished rental and I needed everything. Tables, sofas, bookcases, and a bed. Previously I’d lived with parents or in furnished student halls. But at the grand old age of 20, I owned a bed.

That bed lasted two and a bit years until I decided to move to London to follow a dream and a career and also a boy. I moved into a…