It’s no lie that furnishing an apartment is expensive. So of course me being the money-conscious 24-year-old I am, I have incorporated scouring Facebook Marketplace into my daily morning routine, along with two cups of coffee, and a good stretch.
Of course with the quest to find cheap, but high-quality items to fill a studio comes the inability to be super choosey. I’ve gone with a dining room table I didn’t love and a shelf that served its purpose, but alas, there’s still that one leather West Elm couch that you hope somehow finds its way into your life (and the $2,000+ to pay for it).
Well, on a random Tuesday as I was doing my usual scroll, I saw it. My dream couch in NoMad for about 8% of its usual price… I immediately dropped everything I was doing to claim the couch.
An hour-long wait in NoMad, two Taskrabbits, and a sweaty subway ride later, the couch was ready to find its new home in my apartment. As we reached my floor (5 flights up), my inner panic was starting to set in. Was this couch actually going to fit into my apartment?
I had taken all of the measurements and double-checked ahead of time, but after almost an hour of trying this couch wasn’t going to make it through the door.
Shit.
(Have no fear, my mom bought the couch from me and it looks beautiful in her home 😉)
A minor panic attack later, I couldn’t help but laugh. How symbolic was it that this thing I had always dreamed of, couldn’t (and wouldn’t) fit in this new chapter?
It was the interesting realization that dreams change. Dreams change because you change, but dreams also change because your circumstances have changed. Because of new opportunities and chapters and that’s okay. It’s not the end of the world.
You’ll just have to find a different “couch” that fits perfectly.