One of the most expensive rooms in a house to renovate, the kitchen is one of the most lived-in as well. In this house, it’s at the heart of the space: one of the first things you see when you enter the home (from the front or the back) and is also the connector of front-to-back door, up-to-downstairs. This requires it to be versatile and hard-wearing.
When we moved in, the house didn’t have very good ‘flow’. The kitchen was closed off from the living and bedrooms, and the only counter/cabinet space was attached to the exterior walls, leaving a large unused space in the middle of the room not big enough for a kitchen table, but too big for a hallway. We removed everything down to the wood chip insulation, redid the plumbing and electrical, and exposed the original brick chimney.
It’s a bit of a crazy month for my husband and I, this June.
We bought a house. Our second house purchase! We’re moving onto the next chapter of our lives, and it’s quite exciting, really. But of course, with the excitement comes the mundane and stressful: packing, moving, last minute fixes and cleaning. In just two weeks, we’ll be small town dwellers.
I live in a small prairie city. I thought I’d never want to leave after growing up in one of the smallest farming towns on record. (I’m not really sure that’s true, but it sure felt true when I was 16.) Big cities can be intimidating, and I’ve lived in one of those before too. Exciting, yes… But intimidating until you get used to it. A small city has both the charm of a town and the excitement of a big city, so it should be perfect for me, right?
As it turns out, not really. I find myself longing for those quiet summer days spent on the deck, shelling peas or reading a book, listening to laughing children next door or the twittering of birds, with the occasional train whistle in the background. And that smell… The scent of freshness, lilacs, grass… I’m not completely sure what it is, but it’s nothing I’ve ever experienced in the city. The stars are so much more visible in the country, and the snow stays a bit whiter. Maybe I’m getting older, or maybe it’s the kids I’m rearing now. Maybe both. But something has shifted. I’m going back to my roots.
I still love the city for its conveniences and excitement, but I won’t be living too far away. I will still come back regularly to do the festivals and shopping and coffee dates… But then I will escape again into my little corner of the universe.
There is a lot of work to do on the new place in order to make it our own (more on that in future posts) but until then, please follow along with me here as I detail the improvements we’ve made to our first little house! What a journey it’s been…