Home is bunk 8A, the upper bunk against the port side in cabin 8, which I share with four other women. Bunks are important dens, even ones too low to sit up on and which require climbing (like mine). When the announcement of sheet change comes, we greet it with groans, not joy for clean linen. The change means clearing up all the stuff you have squirreled away in there.
In my case, this starts with my bucket. (The pet-bucket culture of Europa is a whole other topic.) If I am confident of not being seasick this is a handy receptacle for clothing, dark glasses, pens and so on, and gets hidden in a locker during the cleaning.
There’s also my green rucksack used for moving stuff around on passage (notebook, more pns, gloves, kindle … stuff!) And then there’s random bits like my glasses case, my various tablets, chargers, things stuffed into the corner of the mattress.
Finally, it’s clothes. When the boat is rolling badly, the best solution is to try and wedge yourself in with every jumper you ca find. This makes for a right nest of fabric and a lot of time looking for the item you actually want to wear.
I’ve also got the option of reversing myself so my head is pointing forward. This puts me at the other end of the bunk from the light and little shelf and under a lower ceiling, but is much more comfortable in swell. So that’s where I’ve been when off watch the last couple of days.
The weather right now is much nicer, a steady breeze, sunshine and comparatively warm. I even took my gloves off when helming earlier. We are no (I think) north of the Antarctic Convergence yet so we are still in the Southern Ocean but the air and water are warmer already.