I just came back from the Ikea that is next to the Mall of America in Minneapolis/St.Paul (technically Bloomfield, but whatever). When I first walked in, I literally teared up, like a little kid on her first visit to DisneyWorld. The beauty was so immense I couldn't process it. I actually gasped - really. I feel like this is what heaven looks like - everything immaculately organized, well lit, and everyone looks vaguely familiar. Nobody is sad at an Ikea - nobody.