Ikea, my first experience

I’ve mentioned it around in a few posts. There’s always some work being done in my house, it’s one of the reasons why I hate it. There’s always a hole that needs to be covered, a tile that’s broken, a pipe that needs replacing, something.

When my bedroom was made for me, I got these really ugly closets as a temporary thing. I don’t remember why, but it was probably because we couldn’t afford everything at the same time. They didn’t have nearly enough storage and didn’t match the rest of the room at all, but it was okay. It was a temporary thing, I’d get new ones in six months tops.

Four years later, I finally have a proper closet. It was really supposed to be built from scratch by someone within the family, but I said no. There were many fights over it, but I kept saying no. More construction work? And in my bedroom? Absolutely not. We were to go to the somewhat new Ikea near Lisbon and get a premade one. I made so much noise I ended up getting what I wanted – no construction work, a pretty closet from Ikea.

I had to be fast, in case my family kept arguing with me and changed their minds for the building the closet ourselves. It was my first time going to Ikea, and although I was really nervous about not being able to find anything suitable, I ended up really enjoying it.

It was this really big place, divided into sections, and with little rooms imitating actual houses inside. I’d heard people joking around before, saying they could live there. But I could actually live there!

After walking around for quite a while, we finally found something. This pretty, light wood, very customizable closet with sliding doors. I did hesitate a bit. But I needed to choose and buy a closet that day, and that specific one was really nice.

So I took a leap of faith and skipped the thinking part. We took a bit deciding on the customizable parts of the said closet (how many shelfs, drawers, etc), and paid for it. Then came the horrible part of having to hunt down ourselves the parts we chose on the warehouse. But even that was somewhat fun.

A few days later the delivery men came with everything in perfect condition, and about thirty minutes before they said they would. We decided to assembly it ourselves, so it took a while, but it was done fairly easily and quickly. I’m absolutely sure we would not have half of a closet done if I had caved in and accepted to have it built from scratch. Ikea was a very good place to go to, and I’ll definitely be going there again. I cannot wait to have my own house!

And because this wouldn’t be complete without photos!