In English, it's pronounced "Mecca". In Swedish, it's pronounced "Ikea"

We are weary travelers who have trekked many a mile to reach this holy place. This place, like a shining beacon through the mist of the northwest marine layer, has guided us to our salvation.

That's right. Today, we go to Ikea. 

I have waited many months for this shopping trip. I have been living out of a medium sized Home Depot cardboard box since the beginning of March and I am extatic to finally be able to unpack my clothes. I miss my yoga pants. I miss my comfortable sweatshirt that I forgot not to tape into a box. I miss my tank top with a picture of President Teddy Roosevelt standing with a cat in a cowboy hat. While petty, these things bring me happiness. 

So here we are, about to enter the wonderful world of reasonably priced yet reliable furniture. My salvation awaits. Updates to follow.