Ok, so I've been thoroughly mocked for my insistence on having furniture for this new apartment. I admit freely that when I get fixated on something, I'm obsessed and overwhelming.

But, shit.

I want a dining table and chairs. Because then we can eat together, have dinner party type things AND it would be the end of spreading a blanket on the floor for a 'picnic' meal... every meal.

I want a couch, a couple comfy chairs, coffee table and end tables. Beacuse I like to bomb out and read on a couch and I'm sick of having friends over and sitting on our bed to visit.

I want Dressers. Because hanging up all my clothes has gotten OLD.

I just want a home. A real HOME. Not a space that I live in, mark time in. I finally got a sense of home in this tiny room built to suit me. But that's what it is, my room built for me only. Now I'm sharing my life with Mike and I want a home that fits both of us. Individual space, and comfortable shared spaces as well.

Part of the reason then want/need for furniture and a home is simply, I haven't had it for a very long time. Even when I was living with Fors, most of my stuff was still packed away, and what wasn't packed was tucked into corners. I'm sick and tired of living hidden in the corners.

I'm also 26 now. In my world that's a bit too old to be living the impoverished student role. I didn't do that role when I was 18 and *really* impoverished, why the fuck would I now?

Bah. I'll get my way. *grins*