Sunday, August 5, 2007

Furniture: Part the 1st

In my post-adolescent confusion I decided that being an adult meant things like paying one's rent and utility bills on time and without getting horribly stressed out. And, after paying rent and utilities for two months, I was comfortable with that. Now, unfortunately, I see that I was wrong. Being an adult *really* means accumulating things that are too large to fit in a car and too expensive to throw away and replace without a second thought. In short, buying furniture. Having done it, I am now shackled to this place because leaving will entail considerable expense and/or headache and worse - advance planning for the expense and headache. Gah! Not good.

I'm also beginning to think I should buy renters insurance... it's lucky that I got over the trauma of paying bills *last* month.

4 comments:

chrisarts said...

Is there furniture that you can disassemble when you're done with it?

(The other option--you could get nothing but folding chairs and folding tables.)

Greybeard said...

Well, I can't help but point out that your moving in and out of the other places you've lived heretofore, (with the exception of your temporary apartment), also involved considerable effort, if not expense, but it was always *someone else's* headache. I think being grown up may mean having your life be your own headache.

Christine said...

The desk I got could, in principle, be broken down and then rebuilt. However, as I'm likely to end up spending a lot of time doing work in my room, I probably don't want a folding chair... I'm almost tempted to "borrow" one of the hideously expensive, fully adjustable, ergonomic swivel chairs from the office though.

m.guru said...

Who's this graybeard jerk? Trust me, never, ever grow up. Growing up is for losers.