And then I bought the rest of it.
I Bought the House’s Contents, One Piece at a Time, Over Four Years, and I Can Tell You What Every Single Thing Cost
The refrigerator. Twenty-two hundred dollars, in October of 2022, because the one that came with the house was eleven years old and Rebecca said she couldn’t “start a new chapter with somebody else’s appliances.”
The living room set — sofa, loveseat, two chairs. Four thousand, one hundred.
The dining room table and eight chairs. Two thousand six.
Washer and dryer, the pair. Sixteen hundred and forty.
The television over the fireplace. Nine hundred and ten.
The coffee maker — and I want to spend a second on the coffee maker, because it matters later — eleven hundred and eighty dollars for an Italian espresso machine with a brass handle, because Rebecca had seen one at her friend Priya’s house and had mentioned it eleven times in three weeks.
