The Comfy Corner

So I was recently balled up into a pile of plush pillows in the corner of my bed when my mind began to reach back to a time long ago when my fascination with comfy corners began. If you all want to know how I originally came up with the title for my blog, you can find it here. But, I just realized that the history goes back much farther.

When I was a kid, I wanted to live underground. I envied animals that burrowed, like mice and groundhogs, because I imagined them to be so incredibly comfy in their little underground nooks, storing away nuts and decorating with leaves and small twigs. I stared longingly at my hamsters in their cages (I loved hamsters) as they burrowed their little bodies into the bedding and napped all day. I think, if memory serves me correctly, I even started to dig a hole in my back yard (a hole...to live in?) but I quickly hit a bunch of rocks and I was too fat and lazy to continue. So alas, all I could do was dream.

Also, I had two blankies growing up and two stuffed animals named Smooch and Snuggles. I had others, but they were the only two that mattered. Every night I would curl into bed with Smooch, Snuggles, and my blankies and I would ball up my yellow blankie and burrow my hand into the folds of the fabric. I just liked the way it felt. So cool and soft on my hand. Today, I no longer sleep with those old friends (I sleep with new friends!), but I never pass up an opportunity to feel a soft fabric, or curl up into a ball in a corner with pillows. I crave winter just so that I can where my hoodie. So, I suppose the moral of the story is that while we can change what we do quite drastically, we can never change who we are at our core.