Went Upstairs

I have been living upstairs for quite some time. Most people I know have their bedroom upstairs, it is expected. God help you if you have a downstairs bedroom, most people don’t want it, especially the way the houses are built in this country. You truly have your work cut out if your try to sell or rent out a house with downstairs bedroom. It is the purview of the elderly, infirmed or guest you will prefer to not have nosing around in the family business. In light of these I have made my lodging in the front room to the right of the house on the first floor. A small but comfortable room by most standard, however as expected exposed to all the hustle and bustle of the household just before bedtime and the snoring, nightmare, toilet trips, other ‘things’ that happen at night. I am a light sleeper so I take it all in, which means I sometimes don’t sleep. But we are all expected to sleep upstairs anyway so why moan about expectations.

I needed to move house, so I was shown this ok-ish house with a downstairs bedroom and obviously the remaining rooms upstairs. I didn’t bother tarring to check out the downstairs bedroom, admittedly I am a woman of a certain age, but as far as I am concerned not ‘that’ age just yet to want a downstairs room. The agent pressed on me to check out the downstairs bedroom. It was peaceful, quiet, undramatic, calm, had sturdy walls. The room was embracing, nurturing and warm, it was elegant in an understated way with a not often seen grace. It was spacious and light with its own bathroom. Entering in the room felt like floating in water, it was effortless yet accommodating. In my mind, I kept thinking ‘but nobody sleeps in the downstairs bedroom’ I will be cut off from every one and all the actions. That is when I recalled that the so called ‘actions’ is what has prevented me from having a good night sleep all along.

As I moved my stuff in into my downstairs bedroom, I sank into the bed, hugged and ran my fingers through the fluffy throw pillows as I stared up into the high ceiling, I felt at home as a gentle slow sleep worked it’s way into my body, I smiled realising that I am a downstairs bedroom person all long with no business upstairs.

Know yourself, live your truth!