I’ve been having second thoughts about my couch situation.
Started this morning. I woke up, stood in the middle of my bachelor apartment, and indulged a strong affinity towards all the space I have. Eleven foot ceiling, loft bed, with my edit suite located beneath, kitchen, living room, storage nook – all packed neatly into about 600 square feet. It feels biggish to me.
I’ve been finding myself spending more and more time staying in. The thought to leave doesn’t even occur to me. Got everything I need, all contained within that one footprint.
I’m concerned that adding a couch will gobble up a valuable and significant chunk of my open space. Suddenly, my apartment may not feel biggish anymore. Suddenly, I may feel the need to go out – to interact with people! My new couch may lead to wholesale lifestyle changes. I’m not ready to take responsibility for how that change may manifest itself.
In all seriousness, I’m really digging the completely open vibe of my apartment. It can double as an intimate production studio. I can pace whilst taking phone calls. I can arrange my four mismatched chairs into different spaces to change how I use the place.
[and then a thought bubble explodes]
Maybe I need chairs that match! Instead of two hard kitchen table chairs, one office chair, and a fold-up lawn chair, I bring in three pieces of furniture that fit together to become a couch, or pull apart to become individual seats.
Could I sleep on them if the urge struck? Would they be comfortable? Would they be functional? Sometimes when things are designed to be a little bit of everything, they add up to a whole lot of nothing.
Gonna have to look into this further, but I’ll keep you posted. I’m sure you’re on the edge of your seat. Thoughts and comments are welcome.