I’m still Jeffty from the block.
We have a house now to fill with our very own consumer goods. Among the wedding gifts we are bringing out of storage and sorting through: two George Foreman grills, two sizes of crock pot, nine thousand plates (approximation), and two irons, in addition to the perfectly usable iron I brought to this union.*
So with three irons and zero couches, we’re trying to figure out how to live well. And by "well" I mean comfortably, but without stagnation.
I already had a set of pots. And flatware. And glasses. Our new kitchen is small and in Philadelphia, which means it was built at least 80 years ago, when apparently no one stored anything in their houses. So. We'll find good homes for the surplus of course, but why did we ask friends and relatives to buy new things when we already had good enough things?
I know how to spiritually and fiscally reconcile a new book or game. I don't know how to do that with a new dinette set. Marriage ratchets up the complexity of this calculus, when my wife wants a thing and I'm not even sure it's a good idea to have arranged atoms into that particular shape, much less to trade money for it. I’ve never even felt entirely convinced that a "house" was the best thing. Birds have nests and foxes have holes, dig? As long as I lived in an apartment, or with friends, I felt mobile enough. Now... now what?Now I guess we need to find some people to love with this thing.
*Ironic: Neither one of us irons our clothes.**
**Also, punny.
