In Praise of the Perfect Bed and Pillow - by Trish Morey
I arrived home yesterday with my family after 18 days touring the North Island of New Zealand, and I have to say, nothing, but nothing, beats your own bed and your own pillow.
Don't get me wrong, we had a fabulous time, visiting friends in
And the food! We ate fresh hoki in batter with kumara (sweet potato) chips, tucked into prawns direct from the prawn farm served on a huge platter with three different sauces, and sweated through a seafood gumbo and jambalaya to die for.
It was our best family holiday ever.
But last night, our first night at home, was simply blissful. After 18 nights on beds that were too soft, too low, too saggy, or just too ordinary for words with pillows that were flat, lumpy or just crucified your neck, being reunited with my bed and my own pillow made me realize just how Goldilocks felt finding that bed in the three bears’ house that was “just right”.
My bed. My pillow. My sanctuary.
Beds are like that. A faithful friend. Something that embraces you, night after night, warts and all, a place where you can let the cares of the day slip away as you recharge your body and your mind with a few hours of refreshing sleep. And no matter where I travel, one of my favourite places in the whole world.