A familiar place

I went somewhere familiar today. It gave me great comfort, and now I know where to go when I feel homesick.

It wasn't that hard to get to. I just had to ride the bus for about 10 minutes. When I got there, the sky was windy and dramatic, threatening to rain. The fields surrounding me smelled of manure (uck).

I went up to the building and went inside, noting the comfort and familiarity of the decor. I was even able to find some souvenirs to take back with me.

Oh, Ikea, how I love you.

Now I have knives and plates and pans for my kitchen. I have stylish bedsheets and boxes with which to organize my drawers and closets. All I had to do was ignore the exchange rate and schlep all the stuff back on the bus with Scots glaring at me for taking up the "Reserved for Elderly Patrons" seats with my bags.

Sigh, class starts tomorrow.