I knew I liked my kitchen when we moved into this apartment, because it has much better storage space than the last one, but I didn't realize how much I liked it until I moved in with my parents for almost two weeks. If you missed that...I moved back with my parents because they were painting my apartment complex and the fumes were giving me migraines. Well, I came home to my apartment yesterday, and the first thing that jumped out at me (other than how much I love being with my hubby), was how much I love my kitchen! (don't worry, hubby really did come first)
Why do I love my kitchen? Well, my parents have a HUGE kitchen. It's ideal for when you want to bake a million cookies, or feed an army, but when your not feeling good and need to make yourself food? Yeah, then it's just waaaaay to big.
My kitchen? It's tiny. I can just about reach everything by simply turning one direction or another! Sometimes that's frustrating (with a complicated meal for instance), but when I'm not feeling good it's nice to able to get food with an absolute minimum of movement!
It's good to be home :)