“What is the one thing that makes you feel like home?” Somebody asked me this the other day, wondering what exactly it was that I couldn’t live without now that our life will usually have to fit in a few suitcases. And for me, the answer is simple…. a comforter. This comforter:
I bought this duvet cover some years back when Husband and I first moved in together. It was a “splurge” purchase. One of those purchases where he rolled his eyes and I knew I had to have it. It was obscenely silky soft and subtle and luxurious and calming and Zen-like all rolled up into 3000 counts of ahhhhhhmazing.
I have always understood the idea of a mancave, a retreat, a place you go to to get away from it all and my bedroom has always been that for me. I was a retreater as a teenager, a mancaver before mancaves existed. But since we only had 6 suitcases of things when we got here, the weighty comforter didn’t make the cut. Instead, I bought a comforter here. Bleh. Never again. The duvet cover was the first thing I told my mom to pack and send over to me ASAP-ishly pronto.
Now that we’re abroad, in the excitement and hustle and confusion and brutal beauty of another country, now more than ever, there are moments that I need a retreat, that I need to sit in a quiet space on my ahhhhhmazing comforter in a room where the paint schema revolves around this duvet cover, where my sheets match it and my pillows compliment it. I know, I love that damn duvet cover and it sounds so silly that it holds so much value, but we all have our things that help us relax, retreat, and repair and this is mine; this cover that swallows and swaddles me to a place that feels like home.
My only sadness is that I didn’t buy two of them.
What thing will you take with you wherever you go?