Why Do I Keep Choosing This Quilt? — 2026/5/5 (Tue) R8

Kanon
May 5, 2026 21:59

After most of the unpacking was done,
just as I was about to go to bed, my eyes fell on the quilt.

On top of the mattress I bought at Nitori,
I have spread the quilt I brought back from Mongolia.

Why do I sleep with this quilt?

Because I like it.
Because it suits my body.

In summer, it feels more natural than a towel blanket.
In winter, even if I add a wool blanket underneath, I still prefer this over a down comforter.

In the end, I use this all year round.

When I was reducing my belongings for the move,
this was something I chose without hesitation.

Why is that? I found myself wondering today.

Tomorrow, my husband will return to Shizuoka.
On this night before that, I paused and looked at my bedding.

This quilt may be fifteen years old, perhaps even more.
I bought it when I traveled to Mongolia.

I stayed in a round dwelling on the grasslands, a Ger,
rode a horse across open land with no toilets in sight,
and, encouraged by a guide, I was the only one in the group who bought it.

No one else did.

I was told it could be used all year round.
At the time, I half-doubted it,
but since returning to Japan, I truly have used it throughout every season.

People who saw it often looked at it curiously.
My husband, my son, my daughters—
none of them ever said it was particularly good.

Just as I was the only one who made that journey,
I was the only one who chose this quilt.

It was expensive at the time, but I decided to buy it anyway.
It became a bulky piece of luggage, but I carried it home on the airplane.

And even now, here in Matsuyama, I sleep with this quilt.

I sometimes wonder what I will do when it finally wears out,
yet it never seems to, so I continue to use it.

The camel-hair quilt I bought in Mongolia
fits so naturally into my room here in Matsuyama.

It feels almost mysterious.

But perhaps life is full of such things.

Even if no one else understands,
there are things whose value only you can clearly feel.

To have the sensitivity to recognize that,
and the courage to decide when it matters—

Good things are, after all, truly good.

At this age, I no longer wish to travel the world,
yet there are still things I do not know.

This year, my daughter-in-law gave me some used merino wool clothing.
Perhaps there are still new things for me to discover.

When I think about it,
being able to recognize what is truly good,
and having just a little freedom to spend money when it counts—

that, I feel, is something very important in everyday life.

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