If all goes as planned*, we are moving this weekend and last week B and I made the executive decision to get new furniture. Since we got married at the ripe age of 23, we pretty much have nothing of worth in the furniture department. We took hand-me-downs from family or spent our life savings at Ikea and Target our first year of marriage and have used those things ever since. Now while there is nothing wrong with Ikea or Target or hand-me-downs for that matter, after about six years and three moves, our furniture has had it. Case in point, we tried to move a dresser the other day and it literally just fell apart in front of our eyes. I’ve never seen wood crumble like that. We knew in that moment a fourth move was not going to happen.
So this weekend we braved furniture shopping, meaning I’ve dragged Bryan to West Elm three times in the last week. The good news is we get to have brand new furniture in our new house, the bad news is I’m a thinker, a worrier, a list maker, a dweller and I need about a year to make a solid decision on an investment. I have spreadsheets, people; this is serious business. But on the other hand, I want things finished and done like yesterday so the inside of my head is pretty much a heavy storm of confusion at all times. I am laid back and up-tight all at once.
*things that could and will most likely happened to screw up our plan: heavy rain, busy day at the store so we can’t leave, the high chance of not being fully packed, injuries, lost car keys and the always off chance of an act of God.