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der an arm as I dragged my other luggage along.</p><p id="57d0">I have lost it twice and twice I have gotten it back.</p><p id="8586">The first time was in Mexico City. I had stayed in a hotel the night before catching my flight back to the States. I forgot it on the bed and didn’t remember it until I was halfway to the airport on the subway. I got off at the next stop, went right back to the hotel, collected it, and headed back to the airport. I caught my plane, barely. It was worth the risk!</p><p id="2e25">The next time was 14 years later, in 2002. I was a newlywed and my husband wanted to live in the States. We met while I was working in Turkey and in the 2 years I had lived there, I had accumulated an apartment full of stuff and some wedding presents. It simply would not all fit into 2 suitcases and a carry-on, so I left it with my in-laws.</p><p id="d9c1">My mother-in-law took a shine to it and was using it when I returned a year later. I didn’t feel like I could yank it out from under her head so I let it be. She used it for 15 years until one day, while I was visiting, she spilled syrup on it and didn’t know how to get it out so she gave it back to me.</p><p id="f2b5">Oh, happy day!!! I waited until I got back to sunny, dry Spain to wash it and put it out in the sun to dry. It had less of a chance of molding if it dried quickly and that was just not possible in humid Istanbul.</p><p id="a0a6">Now, freshly washed and dr

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ied, it took its place under my head once again. Old now, but with no lumps, not flat, perfect in every way.</p><p id="d4c8">I don’t think I have ever gotten as much pleasure and use out of 60 bucks since then. Money well spent!</p><p id="db00">Thank you to <a href="undefined">Jillian Amatt - Artistic Voyages</a> for the inspiration! She wrote this story about things lost while traveling that got me thinking of this pillow.</p><div id="e0da" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/dont-pack-all-of-your-valuables-in-one-bag-901b8f50716e"> <div> <div> <h2>Don’t Pack All of Your Valuables in One Bag</h2> <div><h3>It can be a recipe for disaster.</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*06rpx_0YT9NTGKfx)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="f1e0"><i>If you want to <a href="/@kiadecou/membership">sign up for Medium</a> so you can read all of the stories and write them too, consider using <a href="/@kiadecou/membership">my link</a>. Part of your $5 monthly fee will go to me but it won’t cost you any more, yippee, we both win. Then you can get started writing and I can read your articles too! I can’t wait to see what you have to say.</i></p></article></body>

My 35-year relationship with a pillow

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My mother is a wonderful, strong, stubborn, frugal woman. Growing up we had what we needed and we even got little luxuries but one thing we never got was a new pillow. The pillows of my childhood were old, lumpy, and flat and I hated them.

So, when I was 16 and got my first job, not working for my father, I splurged and bought myself the most outrageously comfortable and expensive pillow I could find. My mother took me to the mall and we went to some kind of bedding store where I checked out everything.

The chosen one was quilted with goose down on the outside and filled with other feathers on the inside. It was 60 dollars, a fortune back in 1986. My mother asked if I was sure this was how I wanted to spend my money but other than that, she let me be.

Two years later, when I was 18 I began to travel. I started in Europe, visiting Amsterdam, Yugoslavia, and Italy. Next came Mexico for a summer. Then I spent a semester in the Turks and Caicos Islands. After that, it was on to Colombia for a year.

My pillow came with me everywhere. It wasn’t super-light or small so I always carried it with me, under an arm as I dragged my other luggage along.

I have lost it twice and twice I have gotten it back.

The first time was in Mexico City. I had stayed in a hotel the night before catching my flight back to the States. I forgot it on the bed and didn’t remember it until I was halfway to the airport on the subway. I got off at the next stop, went right back to the hotel, collected it, and headed back to the airport. I caught my plane, barely. It was worth the risk!

The next time was 14 years later, in 2002. I was a newlywed and my husband wanted to live in the States. We met while I was working in Turkey and in the 2 years I had lived there, I had accumulated an apartment full of stuff and some wedding presents. It simply would not all fit into 2 suitcases and a carry-on, so I left it with my in-laws.

My mother-in-law took a shine to it and was using it when I returned a year later. I didn’t feel like I could yank it out from under her head so I let it be. She used it for 15 years until one day, while I was visiting, she spilled syrup on it and didn’t know how to get it out so she gave it back to me.

Oh, happy day!!! I waited until I got back to sunny, dry Spain to wash it and put it out in the sun to dry. It had less of a chance of molding if it dried quickly and that was just not possible in humid Istanbul.

Now, freshly washed and dried, it took its place under my head once again. Old now, but with no lumps, not flat, perfect in every way.

I don’t think I have ever gotten as much pleasure and use out of 60 bucks since then. Money well spent!

Thank you to Jillian Amatt - Artistic Voyages for the inspiration! She wrote this story about things lost while traveling that got me thinking of this pillow.

If you want to sign up for Medium so you can read all of the stories and write them too, consider using my link. Part of your $5 monthly fee will go to me but it won’t cost you any more, yippee, we both win. Then you can get started writing and I can read your articles too! I can’t wait to see what you have to say.