I Shop At Ikea

Hope... I went back to Ikea today. I got a couple small things. Some cups and bowls for the kids when they come over. Stuff for the bathroom. A clock. A salad spinner. An ice cream scoop. A picture fr<x>ame. I took my time. I see families with screaming kids. And I enjoyed being there by myself, without the ex nag-nag-nagging about everything under the sun. I ate the meatballs. I laid down on the bed I liked. I shopped around. I had this feeling of hope. Hope of starting a new life. I guess it is similar hope that a man and woman have when they first get married and set up a house together. But this time it's just me. Starting over. In another year or so I will be picking out furniture for me and my children. I want to be ready whenever I can provide them a home. I never thought in a million years I would have this kind of hope.