Who Needs a Sofa

Phew! All done!

Who would’ve thought so much could fit into my little car? Mom would’ve added a sofa or kitchen table if possible! Her face when I let it slip that I don’t have any furniture yet…

Not funny, Amy. She’s worried about you!

But there’s no need to worry about me. Standing on my driveway, gazing at my adorable house, I couldn’t feel prouder, happier, or more grateful. It took a lot of talking to get my family to understand that. It took even more to make them understand that I want to choose my own furniture and buy it myself when I’m ready.

I’m not a kid, anymore. I’m not a student. Nor am I living in a cheap, little apartment.

I have a house. A whole house. 

And I have a Christmas tree! Genius idea, stopping by the hardware store in our little town on my way out. True, not much of a selection, but no long lines, either.

And I also have Thanksgiving leftovers, books from my old room, and a tote of Christmas decorations to which everyone donated – which is kind of cool and includes a couple of special ornaments crafted by my niece.

And the really nice throw blanket my sister insisted I need for my sofa. I’m not sure what to do with it. True, it’s super soft and cozy and a nice, neutral color, but I haven’t decided if I want neutral colors.

​And I don’t have a sofa.