In anticipation of our couch being delivered (soon! I hope!), I cleaned up the living room.
Mind you some of the boxes ended up being transported to the second bedroom, but I also unpacked a bunch of things.
It feels strange and echo-ey in the room now, but psychologically feels so much better to not walk into a house filled with boxes.
We still have no kitchen table either so we've been taking all of our meals outside. Poor us.