I am a Futon Girl
From as far back as I can remember, my sleeping arrangement has always been a "futon."
Although, I do have some photos from when I was a baby where I was sleeping in a crib, so it seems that I must have transitioned to a bed during my time in the United States. However, I hardly have any recollection of those days.
Living overseas at the age of zero only brought me improved listening skills and the joke of being a "returnee."
However, living with a bed has always been a little dream of mine.
In fact, when I was around elementary school age, I once asked my mother to buy me a bed. However, we ended up ordering a fancy bed imported from overseas, and due to some damage to the wood, it never arrived, leading to a refund.
As I write this now, I realize that back then, there were few furniture stores like IKEA or Nitori, where you could easily assemble furniture, and our apartment living situation made it difficult to bring in a bed. So, I wonder if the excuse of "it didn't arrive from overseas" was just a lie. The truth remains unknown.
In any case, for spiritual reasons like "it's a sign not to have a bed" (a sign of what?), the topic of beds disappeared, and I have continued my life of sleeping on a futon for 27 years.
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