Remodeling the Kitchen

We left for vacation the day they started. Walls being cut, plumbing being plumbed. What would greet us when we arrived a week later?

Holes were cut, plumbing was plumbed, wiring revealed, and habitual pathways destroyed. What used to be a quick run up and down the stairs is no longer quick. Weird plastic sheets hang from the ceilings, taped to the walls. I pass through these area dividers with a similar caution one might have moving through beaded curtains. Like a gypsy I explore the new, less than efficient layout for living possibilities, given there are bare walls where the kitchen used to be.

Since the house is split into 3 half-ish levels, and because we moved the frig into the garage, the laundry room seemed like the best place to set up camp.

There is something creepy, yet oddly poetic about doing the food prep and cleanup in the bathroom.

The cycle of life continues, and for the next few weeks, I will be reminded of that almost continually. I wonder what odd inspirations will come from that reminder.