Anyone who knows me well knows that I have an obsession with moving the furniture around. About once a month I feel the need to move a chair from here to there or do something radical like exchange the dining room for the living room. I once moved a piano down two flight of stairs all by myself. It never sounded the same again.
It’s all very confusing and I am always saying to the children things like “Remember that chair I bought for the living room which is now the dining room. Well, now it’s in the breakfast room which used to be my home office.”
