When we moved into the new house back in June, a thirteen month effort finally came to a close. I’m not sure what this process is like for others, but, boy we were sure tired after all that.
The immediate post-move plan was to get the essentials taken care of right away: the kitchen, beds, keg, etc. After that, we might take a couple weeks off to enjoy the summer and dream a little about what life might be like someday without a piece of cardboard in sight.
It didn’t quite work out that way. While we’ve accomplished a good number of goals in the last five months, this seems to be one of those things that no matter how many items you tick off that todo list, the number of things to do doesn’t seem to get any shorter.
We took the new home opportunity to update a few things around the abode, such as tables, chairs, and storage units. They’re the small things that really help freshen things up, especially after living in the same house for fifteen years (and with the same furniture for probably ten years before that).
But even with little things, the cost adds up quickly. To help stretch that dollar, many of these items were purchased at IKEA. (Fun fact: IKEA is an acronym meaning I’d Kill for Everything Assembled.)
I swear it feels like we make an IKEA trip at least nine times a week. Granted, most of the trips are supposed to be for something small or, more often than not, even to return something.
But I think those IKEA people pump something into the air there that makes unwitting customers believe they need more stuff than they actually do (IKEA is an acronym meaning I Keep wanting Endless Amenities). One time I had to pick up an extra rail to finish hanging some blinds and the next thing I know I’m heading to my car with a few Fjorrdøherkka, two Grogkrellvin, and a Snert. I don’t even know what the hell these things are. But I know I need them.
Hopefully we’re nearing the end of all this and we really can settle down and not be bothered by the infinite todo list. It will be nice to make a casual trip to IKEA solely to pick up a can of Lingonberry hash.