Last night, for the first time in my life, I slept on a mattress that no one else had ever slept on before. It felt good. Really good.
It was also my first night in my new room. It is bigger and brighter than my last one and -- most importantly -- feels like my own space already. I woke early and spent the first few hours of the morning just enjoying the clean light and the quiet.
I can walk around with bare feet again, here. I'd almost forgotten how delightful that is.