Day 128

 Moving the kitchen had many moving parts. The new kitchen space had more cabinetry, and different cabinetry. Instead of an old-school, traditional-style of cabinets, we had some variety. We had pull out drawers, Lazy Susan’s, and ample space to fit all our kitchen supplies.

Or so we thought.

It’s weird that the more space you have, the more you seem to need.

My wife took over the organizational aspect of the move including turning an old coat closet into a new pantry. Once she had completed this task, I felt a bit like a lost child trying to find any and every kitchen utensil. As hard as it was to find things, I felt even more overwhelmed trying to remember where to put it when I was done with it.

My utter confusion didn't last long as I got entangled in the next project. With a new kitchen all set, it was time to demolish the old one and figure out how to use this new space.

More floor removal meant an absolutely amazing number of annoying screws to remove. The snapping sound of the porcelain tile cracking with the rotary hammer is a sound that will stick with me. The dried grout and dust from the tile removal have probably formed a layer of crud inside my lungs. Despite a number of scrapes and scratches, it felt rewarding to be able to help out in the renovation process, even if I was limited to demolition and cleanup duty. 

Our contractor came in and prepped the old kitchen even more by removing the old pantry, removing soffits, adding new electric, and drywalling. He also removed an old patio door, created a half wall. A new large window would fill the hole where the patio door had been.  Then, after placing a new subfloor over the approximately eighteen million screw holes, we were ready to get the floor installed and start shopping for furnishings.

My wife had wonderful ideas and plans in place even before the room was ready. Cabinets and a copper sink were ordered. When figuring out what we wanted, we decided this “new” space would become a nice lounge overlooking our big backyard.