In case anyone is wondering, when I left L.A. I sold off most of the furniture. So now I am moving into a new place with, um, no furniture. That means… new furniture! Yay! Or no furniture! Yay!
I am pretty happy with minimalist myself so no furniture generally works for me. But when you have guests, the convos can get interesting:
Guest [eyeing the only piece of furniture in the room — the lamp]: So, how long you lived here?
You: Two years.
Guest [eyebrows going up, estimating you must be an impoverished hobo who broke into an empty apartment and cops are going to show any second and haul you all out — or are lying or were just robbed and don’t want to mention it]: Any break ins in the neighborhood lately?
You: Not that I know of.
Guest: Nice lamp.