Carpet

My mom hates the carpet in our house, and for good reason.  Carpet is pretty nasty.  It traps all sorts of nasties and unless you want to whip out the old, clunky carpet cleaner, it is pretty hard to scrub clean.  

So, my mom has gradually been changing out the flooring in our house to either tile or wood.  Now, I totally understand her reasoning behind this.  However, whenever we talk about doing it in my room, I get sort of hesitant.  Why is that?  I don't know, maybe it is just the feeling I get when I wake up in the morning and place my feet on the ground and instead of hitting a harsh, cold wood, my feet sink into a plush, inviting and warm carpet.  

I don't know about you, but I would much rather start off my mornings thinking about the warm and cuddly things than harshness.  

Come to think of it, I love the current flooring situation in my house now.  Instead of being punched in the face by the hardness of a wood floor, I get to gradually get adjusted to it.   I wake up, put my feet on the thick carpet, saunter off and walk on a slightly harder rug to get to my bathroom, feel the cold tile against my soles, then head downstairs to the wooden floors and finally, when I get outside, hit the concrete.  

It is almost like the flooring sequence in my home mimics the steps I take to fully wake up, get out of my la-la dreamland, and face the harsh and cruel world.  The carpet is soft and comfortable, like the environment I experience at home.  Then there's the rug that covers the tile, the tile, the wood floors, then finally, the concrete outside.  The concrete-harsh and rough, like the real world.