When I first moved into my apartment, the only thing I had with me was the couch I had been sleeping on at my mother’s house. After only a few weeks, after all the abuse it had sustained from me living on it, that couch finally gave way. With just a little money in my pocket without a scrap of credit, I had to fill my apartment with discount furniture. I eventually got enough pieces to sustain a good living space, and for very little money.