On the long list of financial priorities, furniture has never been at the top for me. When I moved to San Francisco, I sold most my furniture just to afford the Uhaul trailer I needed for my personal items. The furniture we brought into our apartment was a hodge-podge of items Zac and our first roommate/good friend Ted had acquired over the years, both first and second hand. And that is the furniture that still remains, with only a few additions, six+ years later.
For the most part that has been fine. Our futon, though reminiscent of a college dormitory, functions well for our frequent overnight guests. And although we've made it past the mythical five-year mark for SF, our living situation has always felt a little impermanent (we've been talking about moving for four years at least). I regularly fantasize about selling everything we own and living a vagabond lifestyle, working on organic farms across the UK. Furniture in a weird way to me feels as permanent as a mortgage, though I know people buy and sell pieces all the time.
That said, I'm reaching a point in adulthood where I want everything in my home to feel comfortable, and I want it to feel comfortable now. Living with a broken dresser and having to scrounge socks and underwear from a cardboard box underneath my bed is not comfortable. Using folding chairs at our dining room table is not comfortable. This is what I'm talking about.
At the same time, I can't really afford the furniture I want, which is made in the USA from reclaimed materials with beautiful dove-tail jointing (hello Wooden Duck!). So if I can't have the furniture I really want, should I spend money on any furniture at all? And anyway, aren't we still planning to move?
This is the daily dilemma. For now, cardboard boxes it is.