A chair and a table
I grew up sitting at the table to eat—often half-sitting with one knee, ready to flee to my computer or my toys.
A year ago, right when we moved into our new place, we were slow to acquire new furniture. For a few days, maybe weeks, we'd do picnics in the living room, waiting for our table to arrive. We'd eat on top of a blanket. We'd eat on the floor. The picnics were fun.
We then bought a table and four chairs. The picnic season was over.
I like to test myself by relocating objects to a different place and paying attention to when the next time I want to use them is. I'd take things I don't use too often to my old bedroom at my parents house (mostly empty) or simply put the things I use daily inside of a closet at my house.
After storing (or hiding) certain things—even for short periods of time—you can truly feel how essential they are to the life you enjoy living, and experience alternative ways of living without them.
Most of us have a table. But we rarely eat on the floor.
