I love flying into Houston. It really reminds me everytime of a different childhood memory.
This time flying into Houston, even late late at night, I could see IKEA.

Who cares, right? There are lots of Ikeas everywhere - what is the big deal?

I can still remember when that Ikea opened.
I can remember being 14 and having my brother Brent take me to the store.
I can remember I had my own checking account.
I wrote a check. I think it was for $85 and change.
I wanted a shelving unit for my bedroom.
What a crazy teenager I was.
I had that shelving unit for probably 10 years!

I think that Brent talked me into buying him a pizza once too with my little checkbook one afternoon. He knew how to sweet talk me!

Anyway, seeing that Ikea brought back that memory. I also knew by seeing that, where I was in the air in relation to my old house.

Awww.... memories.