Yesterday was my first time back to San Francisco in years, it was also my first time visiting this wonderful store we call IKEA.  Besides the fact that the building is humongous I believe it is a time warp once you step inside.  First thing I went up to the second level to see all the clever displays they assembled together putting that image in the consumers mind “this could be a room in your home, buy me”.  Finding my way through the upper maze, past the restaurant and down the stairwell the lower level of IKEA welcomed me home.  There are so many neat things at the store I had to keep my focus as to why I was there in the first place.  My room needs curtains and I needed a pedicure cart for work; this was the only place I saw items that I was keen on purchasing for a reasonable price.  I did walk out with a few extra items but it was worth the chunk of change, literally.  Found some neat (beer) glasses for 99¢, snagged a couple ice stick trays for $2, and last I found towels I could use for work @ less then 50¢ a piece.

Emerging back into the real world with a full IKEA experience under my belt I continued down the 80 across the magnificent bay into the heart of the city.  I have never been so in love in my life.  There is something about this place that is so mystifying but comforting to me at the same time.  I’m not afraid to be adventurous and step out of my bounds when I am here.  Meeting an old friend for dinner at a secret restaurant on the water we indulged in the daily special of fresh oysters on the half shell.  Very memorable day.