Today I sold the first piece of real furniture I ever bought. In 1996, I moved to San Diego for grad school and needed to furnish my apartment, so I bought a queen platform bed *and* mattress for less than $300.
When I bought the bed, it seemed like such a grown-up purchase. I somehow knew I'd have it for a long time, into my married life and kids and stuff. Surprisingly that was true, though not on the timeline I imagined when I was 21. Heh.
That bedframe has also been oddly empowering for me. I could take it apart and re-assemble it completely on my own. When it's disassembled, I can move all the pieces by myself. I know this because it's been through *8* moves with me and lived in 3 different states.
I had visions before T was born that we'd all cosleep in a nice huge bed. Sadly now that we finally have the huge bed, it's not an option, since all she wants to do is play if she's in our bed. Oh well. More room for us, I guess.
Spike and Peanut have been somewhat disgruntled by the rearrangement of furniture. Peanut no longer has enough space to lie on the floor next to the bed, which is a blessing in disguise, because he's prone to getting stepped on by accident. (Black dog + nighttime + sleepy people != good combo). Spike can no longer hide under the bed since the new one is much lower to the ground and he's not as svelte as he used to be. (none of us are, really...)
What's the first major furniture purchase you made? Do you still have it?