Many years ago, college completed and new job in hand, I moved out on my own and into my very first apartment. I was so excited about my independent living, I could totally overlook the roaches that also resided with me. Bleh! Roaches aside, my first apartment is still a good memory. I had so little when I moved in. My parents let me take my bedroom furniture with me; they were probably actually glad to see it go. And my sister and brother-in-law lent me a table and chairs upon move-in. My b-i-l also did most of the moving that day. Not sure how he ended up getting stuck doing that; I’m sure he wonders the same. But anyhoo, I had zero living room furniture. All I had was a coffee table, oh and a tv and tv stand, but that was it, so the living area looked pretty sparse.
For the first few months, I would sit on the living room floor to watch tv or talk on the phone. I had a monitor/keyboard setup from work on my coffee table and I would sit on the floor in front of that to remotely trouble shoot any off-hours work issues. I really didn’t care that I had no sofa or chair. But give it more time and a little more money saved, my sister went with me to buy furniture. We ended up in the store’s “outlet” (read: cheap, well cheaper) section and I found a sweet (!) sofa and loveseat combo, a beige color with wide navy blue vertical stripes. There were even some decorative pillows to boot! Can’t have enough of those!
About a week or so after the furniture store trip, my very first sofa/loveseat set was delivered. I loved, loved, loved it! I was so excited. I remember coming in the living room over and over just to look at it. I was pretty proud of my little apartment. I was proud of myself for my accomplishments. It felt good to know that I had worked hard and saved my own money for apartment rent and furniture. I was living completely on my own and loved the feeling of independence. What a good feeling. I can only wish the same feelings of excitement and accomplishment on my boys when the time comes.