Kitchen stuff

We are moving. We have found a place and although we haven't paid our damage deposit yet (we're renting) we both like it and feel it's a good fit for us. So, I'm already dreaming. It's what I do. I like moving to new places. Scratch that, I like living in new places, moving holds as little appeal to me as it does for 99% of the rest of the population. I like imagining what will go where and thinking about walking around the neighbourhood (with a stroller this time?!). I like thinking about how I'm going to decorate it and how for a few moments it will likely be clean.

I know that this time around I should be dreaming about the nursery, and believe me, I have to a degree. But, anyone who knows me well knows that the kitchen is the most important spot for me. I love to cook and beyond nearly everything else I own, it's my kitchen utensils and unique serving dishes that give me the most pleasure. Sadly, this place has a smaller fridge and a small oven so that will take some adjusting. But, I'm trying not to fall into my typical negativity. It has more counter space! And, there is enough room in the kitchen where I (we) can have a shelving unit for the microwave and toaster oven and (fingers crossed), I can get the cookbooks off the bookshelves in the living room and into the kitchen where they belong.

But, back to the counter space...

Excuse me while I zone out for a moment.

Ahh, more counter space.

Lovely.

More room to roll out dough, more room for chopping vegetables, more room for giant soup pots to be out on the counter at the same time as the groceries needed for said soup.

But, beyond that, perhaps even enough room to fit two things I've dreamed of having for some time. Nothing fancy or spectacular but special to me.