I’ve finally got most of my furniture from IKEA. My place looks pretty nice… it’s the first time in four years that I’ve put my own personal touches on an apartment.  The 52″ LCD Panel TV is a bit excessive but I can’t resist a bargain from Ben.

I’m starting to realize that not all furniture from IKEA is created equal. A large portion of my furniture belongs to their Norvald line. I don’t know what Norvald means, but after today I feel it is synonymous with piss poor quality control and stupid directions. While I now have a Norvald table and four chairs, I also have calloused hands and a hatred of all wood faux black. On the other hand, my new leather Vreta couch (sofa bed) just makes me happy.

I love the way my apartment looks, but I still can’t get rid of this restless feeling. After moving all this furniture into my place, I can’t help wonder what I’ll do when I’m back on the road. Is this the beginning of the end for my carry-on bag lifestyle? Will I adopt a puppy next?

At least I’m ready for my sister’s visit next month….