And there it is, we have moved.
We live in France.
We aren't traveling. We aren't on vacation. We won't be returning home.
I mean, unless we go out, like we did today, until we took the tram back home, at which point we were home.
Because this is our home.
It'll sink in eventually.
This is home, which is in France. But as we are still putting together our household in our attic apartment in a big city, so we spent the whole day in Ikea.
Ikea did not feel a lot like France to us. Perhaps it was exactly like Stockholm or something, and maybe it should have reminded us of that, but we've never been to Sweden, and I doubt it's like that anyway. It was more like Bloomington, Minnesota.
It was a lot like Bloomington, Minnesota!
There was a carnival outside the Ikea for no reason I could be sure of, but since there is the soccer stadium across from the Ikea too, it may have had to do with a recent soccer game there, or one upcoming, or both. Oddly, in another echo from our life in Minnesota, the soccer stadium here has the same corporate sponsor and name as the soccer stadium close to where we used to live in Saint Minneapolis. And even stranger, I think they borrowed the stadium design pretty heavily from each other. It made the whole day very disassociative. Though it was probably worth it for all the stuff we got; containters, chairs, glasses, baskets. Almost certainly worth it, particularly if we don't have to go back to the Ikea for a very long time.
Tomorrow we are planning on going to a large daily market we've been wanting to get to for awhile. I think that will feel more like France, but it will probably end like most days around here do: with us lugging heavy bags through the city.
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