I have been in my apartment for a little over a year now. It's my first apartment and I did it big. I moved to Los Angeles (from a suburb less than an hour east of LA) by myself. I moved out of my parents' house and had to buy everything except bedroom furniture. In the beginning I only bought the essentials - a fridge, microwave, TV stand, and other miscellaneous things like cookware, a vacuum, and bathroom supplies that add up quickly. My parents gave me their old couches and I went without a dining table...even though I have a dining room.
Because rent isn't cheap in the city, I put off buying anything for the apartment in case I moved out with a roommate. While I may still very well find a roommate to save money, I couldn't wait any longer to buy couches or a table. I pushed aside the what ifs and bit the bullet!
My main goal was to get a couch that was comfortable and I def accomplished that mission. Along with my new baby blue sectional, I purchased a ottoman with matching wood trim.
I also spotted a dining set that matched the ottoman and the couch. I wanted to buy it but the sectional and ottoman maxed me out. Luckily my parents surprised me and bought it for me as a birthday gift! The best dang present ever!
Added bonus: while I was in Vancouver last month all of my furniture was delivered and my parents were here to accept all of it. Not only did they surprise me by cleaning my dusty patio that I didn't even want to sweep, my dad also transformed an ugly side table into a new, awesome piece.
This table was an ugly, warped brown hunk of wood. With a little black spray paint, it was transformed into a pretty awesome "new" piece! I wish I had before pictures. Thanks, dad!
While I still need to continue styling the place, I feel like this is now my home. I am relaxed here. I love lounging. I am proud of my possessions.