So I’ve been living with my sister in our current apartment for almost two years. And she had lived here for nearly a year before I even moved in.

We decorated, switched rooms, redecorated, bought new things, thrown out the old, but the one thing that remained a constant in the apartment was the couch. This big awful ugly couch that we’ve hated for as long as we’ve lived there. NOW we understand why the former tenant was so PLEASED that we wanted to keep the couch.

When I first moved in this is what our living room looked like (you will notice that room is now my office):

I pretty much have not photographed the living room since, well … the furniture is a lot of mismatched hand-me-downs that aren’t my taste exactly. But right there in the center is THE COUCH.

Now after yesterday, a full 3 hours of trying to remove that couch, my sister and I determined that our entire god damn apartment was built around that god damn couch. Why would I say that?

Exhibit A: Our Front Hall.

The walls are built at ridiculous angles. The bathroom door and the living room door face each other and the front door blocks them both. Getting furniture, ANY furniture, in this apartment was REALLY FUN! REALLY!

Just to further illustrate this point, I give you Exhibit B and C:

(From the living room looking towards the bathroom and front entry)

(What happens when you open the front door)

Awful.

But we were determined to get this couch out. So we moved it to the door way. And. After two hours of maneuvering. It got stuck.

So I grabbed all the “tools” I had in the apartment (a steak knife and a small hammer) and went to town.

Well an hour after realizing that a (now destroyed) steak knife and a hammer were no match for this couch … or my hands for that matter:

I caved and called my dad. And told him to bring all his aggression and a saw.

Let me tell you. This couch is super human. It took me, my sister, my dad, his friend Rich (thanks guys), AND a saw AND wire cutters to hack this piece of shit into three pieces and get it the hell out of our apartment.

(After the guys were having problems with the saw and the wire cutters, I felt like an idiot for thinking A STEAK KNIFE would come in handy.)

It snowed today and thank god, because now at least there is a white blanket over the eye sore out front:

In the end, the frustration, swearing, blisters, blood, sweat and tears were all worth it because now I have a couch in my living room that actually MATCHES and FLOWS with the decor in my office:

It’s the Klippan Sofa from Ikea. A full redecorating story of the living room will follow. But that sofa took all I had for now.

GOOD RIDDANCE.