I own a couch. I love this couch. We were separated for almost a year but our love was to strong and now we’re back together. It is so comfy. For almost a year, my couch lived in a garage which I lived in a nice 3 bedroom 2 level apartment with my last boyfriend. There was a narrow staircase and it couldn’t fit into the nice place. So it was sent to live with his parents and I pretended to attempt to sell it. Luckily for me nobody wanted it. I like napping on this couch. I hope I never get separated from this couch ever again. When I moved into my next place I got really sick – once with strep throat and the other time with the flu. A lot of hours on this couch.
What’s the meaning of all this again? Going through each item and asking myself do I need it? What does it say about me? I guess this particular couch that I am sitting on right now says that I am comfy.