Shortly after Krissy and I started dating, her father gave me some great advice: after graduating college, wait as long as possible to buy any furniture. The logic is that furniture is easy to buy, but hard to get rid of and even harder to move around, and when you are young, it is nice to be mobile. It is fantastic advice and made perfect sense the moment I heard it. I even recently repeated it to my little sister, who just graduated from college. Unfortunately, my father-in-law's sage words came several years too late, as I had graduated college several years earlier and had already accumulated all sorts of bulky furniture. So, as opposed to being able to go out and heed the advice, I was instead resigned to suffer the effects of having not done so, all while fully appreciating just what I was missing out on. For example, when we were living in Chicago, we were in a pretty terrible apartment. Sewage in the lobby, noisy neighbors, no hot water 10% of the time, etc. We'd have loved to move to another apartment, but we just couldn't pull it off. Moving all of our belongings and furniture to another apartment, even one in the same neighborhood, would have consumed several days of work and hundreds of dollars--time and money that we did not have. If only my father-in-law had gotten to me in time, we'd have been able to move from one furnished apartment to another almost at will. It would have been great. But, alas, his wisdom appears to extend only to substance and not to timing.
One of the nicest things about moving onto a boat is that we are forced to get rid of all of our furniture and bulk. And, because we'll be on a boat, we will almost always be in a position to move without packing a single box. Don't like our neighbors? We move to another slip in the marina in little more than five minutes. Don't like our neighborhood? We move to a new one in an hour. Job moves to a new part of town? So do we. Etc, etc. It will be nice not to be chained down to the same address, for sure.
In preparation for our coming move, we held a garage sale this weekend, and I am pleased to announce that we have finally heeded my father-in-law's advice and are now free from the tyranny of furniture. I was worried that our furniture would not sell, but thanks to aggressive early birds, 90% of it was gone before our sale was even supposed to open. The only piece of furniture that remains is this sad, lonely wine rack:
I thought I priced it pretty aggressively, but apparently not aggressively enough. Or maybe it doesn't fit in with the plush decor that seems to be popular here in Kentucky. In any case, it still sits in our now-empty garage, and it will soon be making the short journey to Goodwill in the back of our car.
It feels strange to know that we now own only one piece of furniture. Strange, and also painful--all we have to sit on is our hard, wood floor. Our townhouse used to be filled with furniture, most of which we had been painfully dragging along from one city to another for years. Now, just a $40 wine rack that will be gone in a few days. I must say, it feels very freeing to know that we could throw everything we own into our compact hatchbacks and drive away if we desired.
And, as luck would have it, we'll be doing just that on Saturday.