Our kitchen is where it all goes down. The most important room in our house. It's where we sit to drink our coffee, map out our day and where we meet again later to talk about it. It's where we stop to re-group and where we drop our bags, our keys and our mail. It's where we skim through the weekly flyers and organize and pay our bills. On the kitchen floor is where I sit to talk on the phone and at our table is where G opens his laptop to do work, or where I bookmark the next recipe I'm going to try on Pinterest. It's often where I blog, where I think, plan and make lists. It's where I fold our clean laundry, where I turn the music up and dance and sing at the top of my lungs when I'm alone.
Our kitchen is where we gather with friends. Like true Capers, we sit around the table all hours of the night pouring drinks, playing guitars, singing, laughing, joking and eating like kings and queens. It's where we spend hours cleaning, washing the dishes that we ate from and rinsing the bottles that we drank from. Lastly and most importantly, it's where I am happiest cooking, baking and preparing meals for the ones I love.
For the last four weeks my kitchen has been a construction zone. Four weeks, in case you didn't hear me. We are halfway through an expansion and complete renovation and although I am so very excited for the finished product, I am feeling a bit lost. I miss my kitchen. Our cabinets are empty, some are gone and all are soon to be replaced, and our dishes and cookware are piled high in no order in our sitting room. My husband has even asked on a few occasions that I avoid our house so not to see the mess he's created with a sledgehammer. For example, a busted out wall with electrical wires and insulation exposed, dry wall dust settling just as fast as you can wipe it away, and tools and extension chords cluttering every empty space.
My happy place is not so happy.
My happy place is not so happy.
To me, halfway through a home project and deep into a mess is also known as the what the f*** were we thinking stage. I know it will pass, but anyone who has tackled home renovations will agree, the midway point is extremely overwhelming. On top of that, productivity is at a bit of a standstill. Our helpers are juggling a few jobs at a time and materials needed aren't easily accessible to us folks living in the sticks, so I've began questioning what was wrong with the old kitchen? Those old wood cabinets, they didn't do anything wrong. They were cabinets I once loved. They were a subject of conversation, they were rustic and made the home feel like a cabin in the woods and so what if G and I were always butt to butt preparing meals together. I like being butt to butt. We'll never cook butt to butt again!
I know I'm getting a bit carried away and sounding like a spoiled brat. Poor girl, she wanted a bigger, brighter kitchen and she's getting one. She wanted new cabinets and she's getting them. It just goes to show you, or I guess me, how much I depend on routine and how lost I am without it. I'm completely thrown off my game. Not being able to find my coffee maker, sit at my kitchen table or cook a proper meal for my husband has been affecting my mental status.
Ask me if I have started my Christmas shopping. Ask me if I've started decorating. I dare you.