I'm still torn and undecided. I've always been transient and I've always had minimal possessions. But this cedar trunk I got when I was eighteen. 1983 or 1984. Five dollars at a neighbor's yard sale.
Two divorces a couple of homeless stints. A move across country and now one pandemic later I still have it. My longest running piece of furniture. I remember I rented a room in a converted office building before I was 21. The downstairs was retail and upstairs had six rooms with a shared bath. I had this chest a twin bed and a coffee maker I used to soft boil eggs and make coffee.
I should make an inventory here someday of my furniture before it's all gone. That's for another post.
There's no room for a chest like this in a bus. I'm probably going to repurpose it. My kid doesn't care and that's fine. The top will be my dining table. Most of the rest would be my headboard. That's 60 inches but right at 48" is the water connection so I can put a seam there and it will look natural. Won't match anything else. But maybe that's okay.
I don't know yet if it wants to be repurposed. Sometimes things will just call to you if that makes sense. So I'm still undecided.
But I'm putting up my ceiling in the bedroom next. Going to need to decide soon.