I went to Ikea today, to buy vacuum-pack bags. I keep imagining that if I am prepared to make a big move again, I might actually do it. (It's the same sort of philosophy as "If you build it, they will come.")
Now, the only other Ikea I have been to is (you guessed it) in Grancia. So when I stepped into the loveable monstrosity, I felt like I was....home. It was so blessed and lovely.
I found my vacuum bags, then I bought some chocolate hazelnut cookies and life was good.
Also, I got a realllllly funny look when I took this picture. I think the lady thought I was just entranced by the sheer vastness of the store. And, you know, maybe I was a little bit.