"new" dining chairs
I purchased some old office furniture from UM-Flint Property Disposition.
I need a rug.
Oh, and the thing I love about living alone: This room looks exactly like this every day. No piles of mail, no dirty dishes, the chairs stay at the table. No jackets, no socks, no broken pottery on the floor. No drawers hanging open, no lasagna pans left on the floor for days "for the dogs," no muddy boot prints. I don't have to bitch at anyone, and there's no one telling me I'm a bitch. It's quite wonderful.
Selfish? Maybe. But much more satisfying than trying to be selfless.