Sitting on the Floor

Couches are Posh!

I’m trying to learn to enjoy sitting on a couch.

I didn’t get an actual couch until I was 29 years old. My Mom left our couch in one of our moves when I was 10. We were always moving, getting evicted, not able to pay the rent…something. A couch was a burden to move. When you have to move fast, you only move the essentials: bedroom & kitchen. Eventually we got one of those wicker papasan chairs. It fit one person. We also had an old recliner. There were 3 of us.

I got comfortable sitting on the floor on pillows. The shag carpet was always kinda dirty and old.

I got my first real couch when I was 7 months pregnant with Gabe. I saved up my money and picked it out from a newspaper ad from an outlet store. I used a big plastic storage bin as a coffee table. It was all we needed and it served many years.

I left that much loved couch behind when I left Ocean’s Dad. I replaced it with an inexpensive wooden futon. And I loved that futon for many years. It even made it to Baltimore with us.

We have 3 couches now. It feels so posh to have so many places to sit. And I am ever grateful to have them. I’m even trying to learn to love them. But I still find myself more at home on a floor pillow most days.