The tiny house movement has inspired me to get a tiny bed. This is the first time I’ve slept in a twin since the third grade. It was the same bed I got for my 11 year old cousin actually, the Ikea Tromso bed. Bunk beds are cool and I’ve never had a sibling that was very close to my age which is why I never got them. Which made me want them even more. My parents never understood why I wanted them so desperately. Nevertheless, I have devised a way to realize my childhood dream and economize on space.

My room really wasn’t big enough for my things and since I couldn’t make it bigger, I made my things smaller.

What’s sad for me is to see the wrought iron canopy bed I acquired a few years ago go. But I just gave it to my russian friend Malvina so it’s still in the family, which is nice for when I have my very probable episode of claustrophobic-separation anxiety. A new term.

Witness the transformation from this:

To this:

I will most likely be making future posts pertaining to social commentaries and observations in Greece. If there even are any.

Although I’ve already gotten a call from Lufthansa saying they’re changing my flight due to the strike in the airport in Thessaloniki. This is promising already.