Furnishing, Lack of

A couple months ago, maybe two, I walked down Spadina and saw this awesome green canvas sleeper couch on display that had storage underneath. It was perfect for my place--and it was the right price as well. I went in to check it out but for some reason, I thought I should wait before getting it.

Last week, when I went to buy the couch, I was told that the entire line was completely sold out. The last couch in this nasty steel blue colour was fully wrapped and ready to be shipped. I was inconsolable and vowed that I won't give my heart to another couch anymore.  But as fickle as the female heart is, a week has gone by and I have began looking again (this really isn't the first time a couch has disappointed me).

My apartment is still largely furnished with "hand-me-downs" (still eliciting donations--couches, coffee table, shelves, bookcases, flat screen tv, your soul, any crap you don't want) but some how I've managed to live for almost 9 months with the little that I have. Ironically, I'm mostly happy with my set-up. I get a bit embarrassed when people come over and have nowhere to sit, nowhere to eat, and see clutter from lack of storage space (also embarrassed that I don't have a couch for guests to sleep on, and no tv to entertain), but I kinda like living like this. It makes everything a little less scary in some ways because everything feels temporary.  I am starting to realize that I like impermanence--it's freeing.

BUT--note that it's not that I don't plan on furnishing at all, it's just that I've been doing it very slowly. I'll get maybe one piece every couple of months (I've added a lamp and a sidetable with an attached lamp so far), mostly from buying things on Craigslist and then reselling them if it doesn't suit my apartment. Maybe when Christmas is over, stuff will go on sale and I can really furnish. Maybe.

In the meanwhile, I guess I'll be spending Christmas alone in my empty apartment this year.
Life turns in funny ways.