New apartment? It's Ikea time!!
I get a little tense when I go to Ikea. Some people relax. Some people even choose it for a first-date destination, as if modular furniture would break the ice to allow you to tell that cute barista over Swedish meatballs about your dad's porn addiction and see if she's phased. I get nervous because I'm easily lost in big stores like that, but I also have Noah to guide me through the whole thing. Plus he has a good sized vehicle and is sweet so he will do shit like this:
Yeah, that's Noah pushing a cart with two bed frames and carrying a stylish red particle board bookshelf for yours truly. *Sigh* My hero.
He also convinced me to buy this rug that looks like it came from a baby polar bear cub. But he had me put it on first.
Soon after taking this picture, a somewhat drunken ruffian swaggered over and insisted on taking our picture together. "Scoot in closer! Hey honey, I'm helping them remember their weekend in Nepaaal!"
Okay, it was weird having that drunk guy bully us at Ikea, but we had a good time right?
I'm framing this picture and giving it to Noah for Christmas.
In general, moving is incredibly painful. We all inspire to shed ourselves of all of our belongings and only move the actually important or good things we own each time we change addresses, but in my case, I always end up moving in a rush and just throwing everything I have into grocery bags no matter how completely worthless it is. This time I am actually cleaning out some drawers getting ready for the "big move" and I can't believe the shit I've been dragging along all this time.
Expired Condoms
Broke Ass Watch
Ugly hair thing that my brother's ex fiance in Vietnam that I've never met gave me
