Let’s Get It Started
Last summer we moved our daughter, Katie, into her first apartment, which, thankfully, followed her getting her first full-time job. It was the first time she would live in a place where she had to provide everything for herself, from linens to kitchen utensils to furniture. About the only things she had of her own were clothes and a flat-screen TV. In the couple of weeks between signing the lease and move-in day, she managed to acquire a small dining room table with three chairs from one family friend, a decent sofa from another, and a third-hand bedroom set from our house. Throw in a box of hand-me-down pots, pans, and leftover dishes, a collection of mismatched plastic drinkware, and she was pretty well set. The TV was a bit of a…