He asked me what I wanted, and I told him.
I was certain that I wanted custom made furniture when I obtained my house! It seemed appreciate the perfect plan and something I entirely wanted. It didn’t take long for me to realize that custom made furniture was extremely expensive, and it looked little better than what I could buy in the furniture store. I was told custom made furniture would last longer, and it would more abuse than most other furniture, although I liked what I had. I wanted to keep the furniture I already had… My bestie wasn’t glad when I changed my mind; His family came from a genuinely affluent family tree, and the two of us had to have only the best, but they did not bring me up that way. I told him that if he wanted custom made furniture, then he had to order it, although I wanted the stuff the two of us already had. I enjoyed knowing where the furniture came from and it had family history. I tried not to say too much, but I’m sure he knew how I was feeling. He started saying something about ordering the custom made furniture for our home, but then he stopped. He asked me what I wanted, and I told him. I wanted to keep my hand-me-downs, and knowing it belonged to my Grandparents and parents. I felt comfortable around the furniture and I always felt appreciate I was home. He looked at me and said that was good with him. He thought I wanted custom made furniture, every one of us both laughed when I told him he had to be the 1 to tell his parents the two of us were keeping the old stuff..