A wise friend once told me that Ikea is the place where relationships go to die. This past weekend I crossed my fingers as Bryan and I zipped through the showrooms and headed to the warehouse to purchase various odds and ends for the new place. Up until that point, I had been riddled with insecurity and apprehension about the move (I couldn’t help but question whether or not I was making the right decision and even if–after a year and a half of being together–we were ready for such a huge change).
Our trip on Saturday quelled a lot of my fears and I eased into–and finally embraced–the idea of our upcoming cohabitation. I’m excited for this next step in our relationship. After making a list of the things we needed (and making subsequent stops at Bed Bath and Beyond and the Christmas Tree Shoppe–an incredibly random collection of non-Christmas-related items), we picked up odds and ends we needed (chair so my back doesn’t spazz out while working from home), some we just wanted (juicer), and a few we’ll find a use for later (dog harness!).
I’m happy to report that we passed the Ikea test. I also take it as a good sign that we didn’t see a single argument transpire in the labyrinth of Swedish furniture, which is something I’ve witnessed each time I’ve been there. I will say that extended shopping excursions tend to make us both crabby. I can deal with this. I have dated guys who loved to shop in the past and I’m perfectly content that after a while, Bryan is just as ready to call it quits as I am. After tackling those three monster stores in one day, I was beginning to see double.
Have you heard of the Ikea test before? Do you go shopping with your spouse, or do you prefer to go at it alone?