I found a bit of silver lining for me today. As I re-configured the house, our bonus room upstairs is my man cave, but really, where all old furniture goes to die. So, there's the 20 year faux leather couch, 18 year old faux leather different color recliner that doesn't recline, 2 bookshelves of different sizes, a computer desk, a tv stand, a desk (mine as teenager), matching dresser, 4 drawer file cabinet, toy box, a cedar chest, 2 light stands, and my tennis stuff. It's a combination of everything DW and I owned separately before we got married, and outdated, broken, or mismatched furniture I pushed upstairs.
In the process of figuring out how to get all that in the room, I now have my old stereo with CD player hooked up, Sony Playstation with Mortal Kombat, and the Wii. What a time travel today - lots of memories. Can anyone help me remember why I stopped living this way?