An Ode (& a goodbye) To Our Couch
Moving sucks. Like, it's just awful. Our apartment is a disaster: there's half packed boxes everywhere, some rooms are half emptied, and now there's a gaping hole where our couch used to be.
It finally happened. The day finally came. Yesterday, a very patient man came to remove our
well-loved couch. It. Was. A. Catastrophe. The damn thing was just way too big to be navigated down the flight of stairs from the second story.
The couch was leather on the sides, with cupholders, and the two ends reclined. While great on paper, it was too dark, too bulky, and for a lot of the time that we owned it, I was terrified that my cat would get squished in the heavy machinery that was the recliner. The leather had been all but destroyed by said kitty, and I swear the cushions acted as a vortex for just about anything you can imagine.
But it was the first piece of furniture that J & I bought together in the first apartment that we obtained together. It was home to many of these blog posts, and a starting point for when my love of home decor kicked in.
Seeing the space where the couch used to be and seeing all my decor packed into boxes makes this move all the more real. I LOVE this apartment. I love the memories we have here. There's a spot on the floor in the living room where I sat with Leo when he was just a baby and dried him off after his first bath the night we brought him home. There's a tiny dent in the kitchen cupboard where I ran into it face first and cried on the floor with J while he assured me my nose wasn't broken. The tree from Evan's room that we put up when we first started preparing for his arrival is now just a hunk of vinyl in the waste basket. There's paint stained on the concrete of the patio reminiscent of one too many craft projects when a drop cloth was a fleeting thought. There are still tiny holes in the mantle where we hung our Christmas stockings every year.
This is the first time since we started packing that I feel sentimental. This move is so good for us. The house is beautiful and we've put so much work into making it our own. We have a ton of more space and it'll be an overall better quality of life for our animals. But I will miss this little apartment because while the new place is our first house, this place truly was our first home.
So here's to you, couch. We loved ya, you big hulking monstrosity. We hope you're happy in your new home.