My very first apartment in New York City was a third-floor walkup with a TINY stairwell. So tiny, in fact, that my roommate’s sofa wouldn’t fit up the stairs, and he had to hire a pro who literally cut it into pieces, brought them up the stairs, and meticulously reassembled the whole thing. Don’t ask me how they accomplished this incredible feat (I wasn’t there to witness the sofa surgery itself), but the fact that a service like this even existed was pretty mind-boggling to me at the time.

If only we’d had The Dynamic Sofa from Elephant in a Box back then.