I miss my old kitchen. Shhhhhh, don’t tell my hubby. He would KILLLLL me if he heard me say that. He’d be like WTF, we spent all that money and dealt with all those headaches and you’re not grateful? No, schnookiepants, I AM grateful. I love our new kitchen. But I miss my old kitchen.
Sure it had water that was leaking behind the cabinets and probably growing mold. And it had a dining table that was in a room we never used so it was just a giant shit collector. And it had an oven that smelled like the charred corpse of a rotting dead elf. But it had something else too. It had memories. So many amazing memories.
But this kitchen is gone now, and all I have left is the pictures on my computer and the memories in my head, and a new kitchen. See? I really do love it. What’s not to love?
So those are a few pictures of my new kitchen. My new kitchen that I absolutely love but not quite as much as my old one because it’s missing something. Not a walk-in pantry. Not a Sub Zero fridge. Not one of those extra sinks to do food prep. We couldn’t afford those things. Luckily ours is missing something that’s within our budget. Memories.
So we’re going to start dancing a lot in our new kitchen, and sharing highs and lows at the dinner table, and serving pancake breakfasts, and singing happy birthdays, and having our friends over to fill the air with funny toasts and drunk laughter. And as much as I hate that it’s going to get some nicks and stains here or there, I’ve realized something. Nicks and stains just mean a kitchen has been broken in with laughter and stories and love. Our new kitchen might be prettier and sparklier and expensiver, but it’ll never be as quite as good as our old one. Well, maybe it will be… in many many years.
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