This past weekend Matt and I finally got the opportunity to buy some much needed living room furniture. For only $275, we bought two full couches, a chair and ottoman, in great condition. Not only that, but they were also in the same color fabric as our dinning room set was (a hand-me-down from my older sister Marya).

Now, I knew that getting the furniture was going to be tricky, because we live on the second floor of a medium-sized duplex. However, I had no idea what kind of ordeal we would soon be going through.

We pulled up to the furniture place (name withheld because I’m embarrassed), and as a soon as I again clapped eyes on that great looking furniture, I felt a knot begin to form in the pit of my stomach. A knot that only got bigger the closer we came to the front of our apartment.

Can you guess why? Yes, I suddenly came to the realization that, while the furniture was in great condition, totally comfortable and everything, none of this was going to matter if we couldn’t fit it through the door.

So, after nearly an hour of pushing, prodding, taking apart the legs and eventually sawing off the top of the stairwell (yes, I’m serious), we now have room to entertain more than four people (myself and Matt included).  

The only thing I need to worry about is making sure I don’t suddenly trip when I walk out the front door of the apartment. It is sure to be a long way down!


Music playing while writing this: “You Will Always Have my Love” by WPA