I have lived in my apartment for about six months now, and I have yet to buy any patio furniture. The worst part? Patio weather is pretty much over.

The delay isn’t out of laziness; it’s because I know exactly what I want, I simply can’t find it, and I refuse to settle for less. I just want two cute rocking chairs with fun, weatherproof pillows and a matching mini table. I feel like that is not a crazy ask, but apparently, the retail market disagrees.

While scrolling through television options, I started watching Netflix’s A Man on the Inside—the series about a mystery robber on the loose inside an elderly community. During a scene in Charles’s room (played by Ted Danson), they showed him sitting in a deeply comfortable, upholstered rocking chair that also swivels.

Which got me thinking: why on earth are rocking chairs mainly associated with babies and old people? Everyone deserves a comfy rocking chair! The soothing mechanism shouldn’t have an age limit.

While writing this down, a memory unlocked. I suddenly remembered the exact swivel rocking chairs my grandma used to have at her old house. I loved those chairs so much as a kid. I loved those chairs so much. I hope she still has them.