ok, I wrote a really long blog full of venting and screaming and other such niceties, but then after re-reading and seeing that it was just a whole bunch of whining, I decided to delete it and just say that some people suck, others should get their heads out of their arses and the rest of you - well, the rest of you should stay as sweet and wonderful as you always are.
Other than that, I've been to Japanese Ikea, and I'm not sure what surprised me more -- that everything was written in Japanese (why did I foolishly expect it to be in English?), or the hour long queue just to get inside the store. I went with two Ikea virgins. Hatim for some reason has never visited Ikea, despite living in Chicago and I'm sure being in fairly close proximity to one at all times. Madoka, on the other hand, had no choice, as this is the first ever Ikea to open in Japan, and with that in mind, we queued. Mind you, we waited as orderly and patiently as all the other eager customers, and when we finally made it inside, I was excited to see their mutual astonishment at the showrooms and Ikea furniture, which I've sadly grown used to. In fact, I felt nostalgic seeing all the items I bought to furnish my condo.. my sofa.. my bookshelves.. my desk.. my comfy chair.. my bed.. my dressers.. my dishes and kitchen utensils.. carpets.. art.. even plant holders that were the same as back home. It's strange to think that if I wanted, I could find an apartment in Japan and furnish it to look identical to home. Strange, and a bit surreal. (I think I'm over using that word.. but everything lately is really really feeling surreal!).
Walking through Ikea, (although we only saw 2 of the 5 floors), I was amazed at how many people there were in every single nook and cranny. It was intense trying to keep my cool, and there were times when I just needed to get away from everyone for a minute before the phobia set it. (crowds just make me uncomfortable). In fact, at one point I just emailed Lukas and must have sounded so frantic that he answered all concerned just to see if I was okay. [ thanks L, nice to know I can still come to you with all my crazyness sometimes :) ] and with that in mind, I was as happy to leave Ikea as I was to have gone there in the first place. We couldn't leave without fulfilling the Ikea tradition of a cheap hotdog on the way out, and although I payed for that all night long (ugh, hot dogs really make my gnarl), I'm happy with my purchase. -- New sheets, finally!