i look at that damn table every single day. i walk past it 4 times a day, and when no one is watching, i touch it. i love this table. this table represents what i don't have (my own place) and it tells me, reminds me every day.. the day i am able to live on my own and have my own table, will be just too late.
i have no doubt in my mind that the day i need a kitchen table will be the day after the last of these tables is taken off the market. and then i'll spend the rest of my life trying to find a table i like as much as i like this one.. i'll find close, but they'll never quite be.. right. this is my Amy of a table. i'll be chasing it forever.