I remember that day 16-year-old me got this chair.
I just finished decorating my room when my parents brought in this huge package. I was so impatient (as I still am today) that I had to assemble it right away.
It was one of the most difficulty tasks I have got myself into at the time, it took probably twice the time it would have taken if I’d let me parents help. But I needed to feel the sense of achievement.
The chair have never left my side, like a trusted pet. I took it with me when I moved to college, when I moved in with my boyfriend, and when we moved into this apartment as husband and wife.
I tried to take good care of it, but as time passes, some stains inevitable. They became a part of the chair.