Hang out on the floor more
My new apartment (which sucks) came with those fake wood floors (which suck.) The fake thing I’m totally cool with, but wood? On the floor? C’mon!!
So to lessen the sting of the hard floor I bought a fluffy rug. Fluffy? Um. Shaggy! (It wasn’t me.) It’s a giant thick rug anyway. I would still prefer wall-to-wall-to-ceiling carpeting, but this rug is sweet. And though not intentionally, I’ve migrated to doing everything on it.
Even with a brand new couch and workspace, I still spend at least 90% of my home time within the confines of the rug. I’ve gotta leave it to cook and get dressed and do bathroom things, but otherwise: floor. I watch Community on the floor, I write Javascript on the floor, I eat pickles on the floor (from a jar on the floor) and I drink beer on the floor and I’m writing this blog post! On the floor! Oh and I sleep on the floor. And I build blanket forts on the floor.
I don’t really have a point. But maybe furniture is overrated? Maybe a soft floor with an assortment of pillows and blankets and cushions makes for a better, simpler, more natural living space. So put your pets in a dumpster and buy a rug. Done.
