drove down to ikea yesterday with m. she needed a couple of things for her new place and we had not hung out in forever.

we were standing in this random kitchen space where colors ranged from a light beige to dark brown. the tiles were a mismatch of sand and beige. the dark wooden finish of the cupboards give it a slightly oppressive tone.

m. enthused: doesn't this feel like a place you'd want to have a family in ?

it struck me that her notion of home seemed to include well stocked-cupboards, shades of beige with a hint of pastel. it stuck me even more that her conception of home included kids running around, the smell of a lasagna baking in the oven, dishes pilled up to dry.

i remember a couple of years ago, a friend of mine was envisioning her future with her current belle. they were talking about a home on the countryside, the kind of dogs they'd have, the number of kids and joint bank accounts. we're talking twenty year olds, here. not people in their mid-thirties or anything.

i was quite simply awestruck. bouche bée. i don't personally think i've ever met anyone i'd want to discuss sharing a bank account with, let alone arguing over the pedigree our unborn pooch. sometimes, though, when seeing how friends my age - and those slightly over and wiser - are gradually easing into these kinds of relationships, i wonder whether i'm not the odd one in the batch.

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funny note. m. was looking for a bed yesterday and i was more than happy to volunteer at trying them out. we were randomly commenting on the advantages and disadvantages of different models and colors until we narrowed the choice down between two of them. one had a headboard that looked a bit like a park bench. as a result we pictured that you'd probably feel like a hobo waking up avec la gueule de bois after partying just a tad too much the night before. the other one was made of massive wood and had several poles. it definitely looked like a mommy and daddy type of bed.

we were sitting across from each other, me on the hobo bed and m. on the nid d'amour bed. i grinned and said: 'now, the question is, which one works better with handcuffs?' of course, with my usual sense of timing this girl passed by and turned around giving me this i-cant-belive-you-just-said-that look. it was awesome.