21 years ago, I moved to Chicago with a bedroom set, $1K in my savings account, and no job. (Hey, that sounds like a story...) Anyway, I spent a lot of time lying on the living room floor of my very small apartment doing crossword puzzles until I got my tax return a few months later, and I made my first trip to the glory that is IKEA. Holy crap - who knew you could get "living room furniture" for like $300! I had to borrow a drill from my now-husband to put my work table together (I remember him asking me if I'd ever used a drill before. "Um....sure!???" was my reply.) We still have a few of the pieces I bought then. And yes, I'm kind of a menace in an IKEA store. I suddenly need all the things.