I K E A

I have never been ashamed of my Ikea-fetish. Even though people made fun of me, I always stayed proud of my continuing desire to go to Ikea, especially when I'm feeling down. Also the fact that all of the rooms of my house have gradually turned into Ikea showrooms, does not frighten me.

But things have changed.

Last Sunday I was in Budapest. Alone, because my boyfriend was rehearsing for a show.
I was in the subway making my way to the Danube river. Then it happened. I saw people with large blue Ikea bags. I suddenly realised there must be an Ikea in Budapest as well.

And, believe it or not, the thought crossed my mind that I could actually go and visit it.

I did not, of course. But the fact that I thought about it for the split second, frightens me. I think I need a self help group. Meanwhile, I will sit on our latest Ikea purchase: