Living with furniture
While I was away in Sweden, one of our final pieces of furniture, the table, arrived. After living furniture-free, I moved in with my partner. We agreed to have some pieces of furniture: a clothes rack, a bench, a bed frame, a table and some chairs from his previous apartment.
Organising this small space without furniture was difficult, and to me it seems that the clothes rack especially made a big difference. No longer did we have all our clothes on the floor. Even though we don't have many items and practise minimalism, it feels that the furniture made the space better organised, and our space also looks cosy now. I also feel that I can invite my fellow humans to visit us, and they will not feel uncomfortable. When I lived furniture-free, I'm not sure any of my guests enjoyed sitting on the floor. It might not be pleasant for those who are not used to it, or those who suffer from pain.
I don't think we will have to invite new furniture into our space ever again, and it feels liberating. Every item we bought with an intention to keep it forever and with a hope to pass our furniture to fellow humans in the end of our lives. To me furniture feels like something humans can get once and never replace. This is certainly not how my family of origin approached the subject. To them, furniture was replaceable. I find this change in attitudes interesting. Older generations are often seen as more frugal, more caring towards the items they live with. At least in my family it's the opposite.