We’re either really loved by our families or really hated. For the sake of argument and intensive amounts of therapy, I’ll just say we’re really loved and that they don’t mind if we’re not with them on Christmas Day. I have enormous gratitude for this. Today, rather than flying or driving somewhere or shopping for others or brining a turkey, we were wandering the aisles of our local Ikea with a handful of other shoppers.
We had lunch at the cafe and browsed through near empty aisles imagining what we would own if we could. Brian and walked through mock apartments like it was some deserted Disney Land. In the 375 square foot apartment we stood in front of the loft-style bed and the minute yet modern kitchen and commented on how it looked like apartments we had been to in New York City.
“It reminds me of my brother’s apartment,” I said.
“My friends live in one this size,” Brian said.
And we wandered on. In the quiet Ikea, we browsed like tourists in a museum. We looked at placards and read descriptions of illusionary kitchens and baths and living rooms.
“If there’s ever an apocalypse,” I said. “I’m coming to live in Ikea.”
“Ha.”
“No, I’m serious. It’s like that movie we saw last week with the last guy in Manhattan. He stayed in his apartment, but I would move in here. Every day I would use a different kitchen or sleep in a different bed.”
“Yeah, but none of this stuff works,” he said, as he pointed at a gleaming stainless steel sink.
“Oh yeah.” My dream was blown. Until I had an idea: there’s still water in the cafe. “But you could still eat at the restaurant!” I exclaimed. I continued my end-of-the-world fantasy in my head. If it all came to crashing end, I would come here.
The Ikea closed at seven and Brian and I drove him in light traffic with new pillows, a no-slip pad for a rug, christmas tree garland, and an agreement on a what the kitchen table will be once I get paid.
At home we ended the evening, still blessedly quietly, with last-minute gift wrapping and some prep for our Christmas dinner. Jackson helped with the Christmas wrapping by unrolling the paper, shortly before she set upon eating our tree.
That’s our night before Christmas, and I would like to thank our families for it. It’s the best Christmas present we get.
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December 25, 2007 at 2:44 pm
Elena
Ikea…brings back memories of my one child who, like you, couldn’t make it back to the old homestead for Christmas. Back when she had just moved to Pittsburgh for Grad School, I brought my minivan and we drove to Ikea. Afterwards, we had to navigate those Pittsburgh hills with barely enough room for the two of us. Later, she had to spend the night listening to my swearing as I put all that junk together.
Good memories.
She called us from Germany last night. She said there was looking at a beautiful full moon. I guess the moon is something we can share, even if we’re apart.
You both have a great Christmas!
December 25, 2007 at 5:12 pm
chickdrummer
I’m not the only one with Ikea Christmas memories? That’s good to know. Part of me wasn’t sure if it was really lame that we were there on Christmas eve, if though I really enjoyed it.
Have a great day!
December 25, 2007 at 8:07 pm
Tina Powis-Dow
I’m sitting here in Brooklyn on Christmas day at Eileen’s house listing to her wonderful children reading stories and reading your blog. I just thought I would say hi and let you know David and I think of you often.
Tina
December 25, 2007 at 11:44 pm
chickdrummer
TINA!!
So long since we spoke. I’m so glad you were at Eileen’s to get the message about the blog. Please keep reading! And I look forward to catching up with you!
January 9, 2008 at 8:02 pm
firewings
http://www.cnn.com/2008/LIVING/wayoflife/01/08/living.ikea.ap/index.html
January 10, 2008 at 6:37 pm
chickdrummer
I saw the “Living in Ikea” spot on Yahoo, too. I knew I wasn’t the only one who thought that living in an Ikea is a bad idea. But Brian was right, none of the appliances work.
January 10, 2008 at 6:53 pm
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