"Where would you like this?"
"Um...I guess...here? What do you think?"
I remember sitting in the living room, Janie on one side, Elliot on the other. We just sat there and watched. They put together tables, furniture legs, and unwrapped throw pillows. They even had artwork to put on the walls. I declined. I wasn't really sure if we were allowed to put holes in the walls.
I felt so lucky and yet so oddly out of place. Here we were in this nice home with furniture to lay our heads on and space to move. We were out of the hotel room and we were excited but at the same time unsettled.
I think of all the furniture that we lounged on, I miss our couches the most. They were so comfy and I loved wrapping myself up in a blanket and snuggling into the corner. The sofa we are renting right now is a bit hard and not so comfy. It's not my couch but I do enjoy looking out the window while sitting on it.
It's hard to be comfy when it's not your couch. I like the pillow! Your slice is driving me to read more of your writing!
ReplyDeleteCouches are funny things. You either love it or hate it, and it's very personal! I like a couch I can sink into and stretch out completely on. Others don't. It will be fun for you to pick out YOUR couch again soon.
ReplyDeleteYour posts are making me think of the things I take for granted each day. Your first few lines really caught me!
ReplyDeleteOur couch in our living room is old brown completely worn leather that we bought used years ago but so comfortable and I dread the day we will have to get one to replace it. Hopefully you will be able to find a "you" couch soon!
ReplyDeleteAs I read, I started thinking about our families from Syria at school. How strange it must be to be in a new land...with unfamiliar housing and unfamiliar furniture.
ReplyDeleteThank you for writing.