The house I moved from had 11 rooms not counting the attic, the basement, the screen porch, pantries and hallways. If I remember correctly, at one time we had five sofas. It didn’t seem excessive at the time but looking back now, managing it was a full-time job even though I had several other full-time jobs.
My new home has three rooms counting the bathroom. Now, I think of each chair as its own room. The recliner is my TV room where I try not to sleep. The yellow chair is my reading room where naps are sweetest. The other yellow chair is where I write. The red chair is where I eat. And now I have only one sofa on which I sometimes watch TV, read, write or eat. Maybe I’ll call it my rumpus room.
My new home has three rooms counting the bathroom. Now, I think of each chair as its own room. The recliner is my TV room where I try not to sleep. The yellow chair is my reading room where naps are sweetest. The other yellow chair is where I write. The red chair is where I eat. And now I have only one sofa on which I sometimes watch TV, read, write or eat. Maybe I’ll call it my rumpus room.
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