... at least around the Davidson household, that is. Our family has a habit of trading furniture. Before the kids moved into their own homes, it was about moving furniture around in the house. Like the time we moved a couch upstairs and had to saw the legs off mid-staircase. Or the time I moved a full-sized freezer on top of a pair of skates. Or the fruit-basket-room-turnover where every bedroom eventually became somebody else's.
Tomorrow Sam is coming over and we're trading couches and he's taking a desk (and hopefully some other stuff). Meanwhile, a few days ago, I took a shelf, mini-fridge, and coffee table from Molly's house. I'm not sure what I'll do with them, but I took them anyway.
It's not that we have fancy furniture. Most of it is stuff that has been in my family for years (think OLD, not antique). The newer stuff isn't that great either - it's just newer. We just feel like a change, so we pass the furniture around. After all, it's just stuff.
So, tomorrow the physical surroundings of our homes will change a little. My office will have a new/old desk, my living room with have new/old couches, and who knows what else will have whatever.
It's just part of what makes us a family. A family that moves stuff around and laughs about it later. A family whose furniture really has stories - of where its been and how it got there. A family who knows it's not about the stuff, but about the memories we create around the stuff. A family who knows it's not the furniture that makes it home, but the people. A family like ours.
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