I spent 5 long weeks waiting for this beauty, and at long last, it arrived yesterday afternoon and greeted me with open arms when I walked through the door.
And there it sits. Staring at me. Wanting me to sit and enjoy.
But here's the thing.
What does one do with a couch that doesn't have a TV in front of it? How can I not sit awkwardly without a table to prop my feet? The hardwood floor is just too hard beneath my feet, am I supposed to get a rug now? Where do I put my glass of wine?
These are questions I have yet to answer.
So hence, after about 8 seconds of new-couch lounging/awkward sitting, I promptly stood up and made my way back to the comfy bed. The bed that has been a dear friend of mine for the last few months when there was nothing else to sit on. The bed that has brought much comfort and relaxation while I ate/slept/watched TV/cuddled/drank wine/and ate some more.
So, to my new, dear, beautiful, red couch, allow me to say this: It's going to take some time for me to warm up to you. We'll have to work together to make this relationship a solid one. But in the meantime, while I'm sitting on my bed, I'll very much enjoy staring at your beautiful self. So don't you worry. I have high hopes for us, indeed. Just give me some time.