The Fish Bowl: This couch.

Is it weird to attach to an inanimate object? Maybe. But I do. Almost everything in our house is something that I have handpicked and that I love. Most things, little or big are my treasures and take me back to different time points. Many things I outgrow and then they are asked very politely to leave. To be reused. To become someone else’s treasure or aid. So it has become with my couch. My beloved couch. This couch was my first real purchase for Abbi and I. After an air mattress donned our living room for a place to squat, this couch was something so needed and so loved when brought home that an entire living room was designed around it. It was placed along one wall… as I stood back, arms crossed beaming with pride, further admired the first time Abbi scrambled upon it to read a book with me. Our small apartment had become a home with the additon of This couch. On This couch we have laughed- a lot, cried- a lot, daydreamed often. It has held Abbi and I during restful sleep or when sick. It has been home base to games of tag or tickles, front row seat to many movies, even a first- aid station to an injury or a desk for work. It has hosted many friends and house guests. I am sure at times it was our own little island surrounded by crystal blue water, or a rocket ship to carry us up, up and away from outside realities. Isn’t that what your couch does? In the end, This couch was made for two and there is not just two anymore. Just has our hearts have grown, so has our family and circle of friends. It was time make more room for more memories. A new rocket ship that held more passenger’s.

This couch- is of a very good name, which I will avoid to name as to not sound vain- and was filled with down feathers, not foam, and it was amazing. After 9 years This couch is still in amazing condition so let me interject here with advice- you get what you pay for; that said, for some items it’s worth it to go big! Anyhow, I was sad to say good-bye. More so than I imagined- even for me. I find that I am holding a grudge on the new couch. I don’t want to. This is the style couch I have wanted. It’s what we picked out. Yet, I look at it with slight contempt and compare it to the old and faithful couch before it. Maybe I just need to make some memories… to induct it into the story of Us. Although, I will admit; it is nice to be able to lay out straight on New couch.

This couch is on to a new home. It will become an island (hopefully) to great people and I have it on good word that I will be able to reclaim it one day if need be. I hope it becomes a treasure for you, too!

*Ps. Fisher really loves New couch, as you can tell. He is on to his new memories and an active imagination of what New couch is. So far it's a climbing gym and fort.