Revival Furniture

There are many people for whom moving is not a big deal at all, but I surely am not one of that number.  Always having a place that I called "home" since I was born, despite the fact that I do not live there (but could, should I chose to), has always been a kind of privilege and also a burden (the burden being that of time and memory).  Over the years, I have lived in only a few other places, mostly during my school days, which are a far distant and utterly forgettable chain of memories.  And, of course, the place where I have hung my hat over the past eight years is less than a stone's throw away from my real "home," so there has never been a sense that I have moved anywhere, really.

A friend of mine recently moved, and it was with the help of myself and Other Half taking two full days and nights of helping out that allowed him to get everything sorted, furniture and things arranged, items displayed, et cetera. With the usual procrastination and excuses of daily life, most likely all the boxes would be overwhelming and put off until a later date. But, as both myself and Other Half are not the kind to leave boxes hanging around like dread eyesores, we unpacked and sorted through the entire apartment until it was up to par.  And up to par, it indeed was.  As for how it will turn out later...

One of the best things about helping my friend move was to be able to convince him of keeping some of the furniture that was in his former apartment (which belonged to his late grandmother).  Having visited that place on many an occasion, it was cluttered with the garbage of daily life and with things that were not his (many of which were, as well), so it was difficult to see the furniture in its glory.  But, taking a good hunch, we felt it could be very useful and lovely for the new place- and, if it were not, then to contemplate buying new furniture instead.

It turns out that we were indeed right- the furniture was just waiting for its turn in the spotlight, after being obscured for years.  (One disclaimer, though- that clunky, fat, lazy looking sofa set is something I would have advocated chucking out)