New Furniture for the Kiddos

On receiving my share of inheritance from my Grandma Ranew's estate, I ordered some new furniture for my sons. With selling our home in Montana this week, we're now changing out our daughter's furniture as well. Maybe it sounds silly, but I find rearranging and swapping out furniture to be a kind of simple pleasure in life, particularly when the new arrangement promises to better serve the people I care about. New or used, it's all the same. For that matter, even just moving the pieces we already have from one side of the room to another, or from one room to a different room - there is something therapeutic and cleansing about finding tangible ways to experiment with greater efficiency and work flow. So we did, and we are. And some of the pieces we're swapping out have been in-service now for about a decade. And some of the pieces we're putting in their place are used. It doesn't matter. The fact that we're working on the whole thing together is a good kind of team-building exercise, I think, and it refreshes our perspective. Sometimes there's nothing for it but to get new furniture. Other times the current arrangement bears a little tweaking. Either way, it's the thought and principle of the thing that counts, and that is worthwhile pretty well whatever the furniture in question is and wherever it goes.