The ol' switcheroo 🪑
An IKEA table
topped with a Mexican blanket
our friends bought us at a desert
gas station. Four wooden chairs,
flaccid and creaking with age,
scooched outside—moving
furniture and claiming space
felt literal and like a metaphor
of renewal. This is going to change
my life, I said, smiling and sitting
on indoor furniture that has now
been claimed by the patio.
In a move that is equally mundane and profound, we moved our old table outside. There’s something so restorative about moving furniture—is that just me? At the end of the day, I now have a little table on the patio to work at, write at, play at. It’s small, but it feels important.
This note to self was written July 18th, 2021.
In directly related news, look how cute it is: