Yesterday I gave away my couch.
My couch was my first “adult” purchase. Before my car. Before my first mattress.
I brought home my kitties to this couch.
This is the couch I cried on when I had my first serious heartbreak.
I know it’s “silly” to get sentimental over a piece of furniture, but this couch has been through the best and worst times of my life. It held a lot of memories. A lot of love. A lot of tears.
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Writer, nerd, and perpetual student. I am obsessed with books - both the reading and the making of them. If I won the lottery I would try to have the best private(ish) library in the world. It wouldn't be totally private because the whole purpose of having books is helping other people find a book they will love.
I have 2 cats, Genkii (energy) and Kawaii (cutie). I will mention them regularly because they are a daily delight in my life. Granted, sometimes when I'm playing video games they are not so much "delight" as they are "distraction"... but I love them regardless.
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1 thought on “Memories: My Couch”
[…] to let go of someplace so nice. Someplace I finally got set up in a way that made me happy. Sad I let my couch go – even to a good home. But it’s time to move forward and onward. So I’m letting […]
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