We spent hours wandered through furniture stores, sitting on one couch after another, and finally found one we could both agree on. The catch? The price, of course. I told my sister that sometimes I feel cursed with good taste - it doesn't matter what I'm looking for, somehow the one I like is always the more expensive one. It's a gift I have.
So we eventually decided to walk away and come back to it tomorrow. My parents say to go for it, but it feels like too much decision for me. What if we get it in the house and hate how it fits? What if the color doesn't look right with all the other colors in the house? What if it doesn't fit through the door?
Im just not ready to be an adult yet. Give me another year or two.