Not just a couch

Scout came over to help me move the brown leather sectional ca. 2005 out into the garage, in preparation for the new couch being delivered.

What. A. Beast.

Besides being a supremely uncomfortable couch, it was super heavy, bulky and difficult to get through the front door.  As it's last act of vengeance, one of its connecting posts managed to scrape the hell out of my knee.  I guess that was a small price to pay.  A couple of days later, I was able to slide it out onto the driveway by myself...

..where a group of what looked like 4 frat boys in a pick-up truck loaded it up and out of my life forever.  That was the second couch we had bought together, Mark and I.  I think we paid $1600 for it on sale and it did actually work for it's intended use for 20 years.  It was a beautiful chocolate brown and the leather was high quality.  But it was so big, and gave me back pain every time I sat on it, and I hated it about as much as he loved it.

Fast forward to the new couch being set up.

I have never bought a big piece of furniture by myself.  It felt weird, and maybe a little scary to not have someone to consult with on this big purchase. No one else to help me figure out how big it should be, what color, what style, how to pay for it, etc.  In the end, I think I did a good job.  And maybe what this teaches me about myself is that I can do these things, like the adult that I am.

Its not just a couch.

Its a way to reaffirm for myself several things.

I am capable of managing the things in my home, making choices about how I want it to look, and deciding how to manage all of the specifics.  It would be so great to have him here to help me along the way.  But that's not possible.  So the next best thing is to move forward with clarity, determination, and faith in myself.  I hope he would be proud of me, but I am making myself proud, too.