What makes a house a home? For that matter, what makes a one-bedroom railroad flat apartment a home?
How long does it take to feel comfortable? What's the proper ratio of wall space to pictures? Are curtains the answer?
I think I have the key: it's the couch. The couch!
All my life, I have loved couches. As a kid, I took their cushions off, build forts, and used them as trampolines. As a teenager, I sprawled out on them. As a young adult, I slept on them for years.
And now, in my glamorous NYC life, I have what is in my estimation, the world's biggest couch EVER - big and red (like my first car!) and comfy and welcoming. Despite the white walls and the unbeatable heat, this couch is a big red beacon of love.
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