For a long while in my early to mid 20s I moved around a lot, either from chasing work, for a woman, or from losing work or woman. My only furniture was a shitty futon from Walmart that pulled double duty as my couch and my bed, a plywood ‘entertainment center’ that my TV sat on even though I never plugged it in because I didn’t have anything to watch on it, and a rolling chair with a tiny writing desk attached to it that I got for free, where my laptop sat and I spent most of my time at while home. I probably could have afforded a couch or table off Craigslist or something if I saved up for it, but I had all I needed and didn’t want to spend money on more crap to carry to my next apartment