My girlfriend rearranged our furniture while I was away this weekend.
AND she told me about it, so I wouldn't hurt myself when walking into the apartment.*
She loves me!
* Not that she put a big spike face-level at the entryway.
Or rigged paint cans to attack if an unsuspecting burglar or boyfriend tried to get in.
She just made some genius decisions about where to put a couch and chairs to get much better usage out of our space than we were previously achieving with less motivated decisions about where to leave piles of paper and clothing.
Home Sweet Home.
Home Sweet Home Alone.**
** Except not alone, together. We live together.
(See also Unkempty.)