I figured as much...I figured it must be hard on you...but you get to keep a bit of it, don't you?
All of my furniture was given to me. I hate nearly every stick of it.
I'm keeping a wooden stool that I bought unfinished, stencilled roses onto, and shellaced. It isn't perfect, but it's mine!
The rocker...well, if no one buys it before I leave, I may just do a Beverly Hillbillies stunt...heh.
Well, not really.