Today is the day I’ve been waiting for all my life.
Okay. Maybe not all my life. But definitely for the last two and a half years. Today, the Ikea in West Sacramento opened.
Ikea is my mecca. Ikea is to furnature what words are to music. I love Ikea. I have a huge Ikea corner desk (which I’m sitting at, at the moment I write this) and I had to travel all the way to Emeryville (outside of San Francisco) just to get it. And now that I’m running out of bookshelves, I’ll only have to travel across a river or two to pick some up.
While I didn’t go today because of work—and because it would have been packed (news reports at 7am talked about traffic jams at I-5 around the offramp to get to Ikea)—I do plan on going later in the month, or April at the most. I need to get a desk chair that I wished I had picked up last time I was there. All the chairs in this house are too short, and to sit comfortably and type with good posture, I have to sit on phone books.
Thank you Ikea, for bringing your lovely, affordable, modern Swedish furniture to Sacramento.
But I’m not eating in the food court. I don’t love you that much. But I do love you enough to get an Ikea credit card and put myself massivly into debt. At least then my home will look good, since I’ll have to spend so much time there.
—”Today,” Siamese Dream: Smashing Pumpkins
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