And yet there's still the sink.
May. 2nd, 2006 09:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alliancesjrSo my kitchen is gutted.
My mother has wanted to remodel the kitchen for the past...twenty-five years, I believe. Since my parents purchased the house. But she hasn't been able to start actively planning it until about this time last year.
When she started planning, though, she took out all the stops. That entire level is going to be remodeled; the kitchen will be extended about a foot and a half to the west, and that wall will not be moved. Instead, it will be removed completely, and replaced with an island-like counter, but more of a pass-thru. Much like how Gen and Rene's kitchen is, but house-sized. (Actually, it's going to be a lot like Linn's mother's kitchen is, in that respect.) The dining room and the living room - technically an L-shaped single room, but divided by a sofa - will have the carpeting replaced with hardwood floor, and the walls will be painted. And everything will be just shiny and new.
Construction was scheduled to begin in middle-late May. We were able to empty out that level early, though, so we asked if they could start earlier.
They were able to start May 1st. Yesterday.
I got home from work, expecting it to be all construction-y and gutted, and I wasn't disappointed. But I was overwhelmed with how much had been done. The western wall of the kitchen has already been removed, and all the cabinets and counters were taken out. The kitchen has been completely stripped to the bare walls, exposing gas lines and water lines and electricity and ventilation.
I spent nearly 21 years in that kitchen, with it being one way. It was very strange to see it all gone. My mother said that when I get used to the new setup, I won't even remember how it was before. And that may be true in her case, but that was all I knew. The backyard's been different for two years, but I still vividly remember the way it used to be, and it will be that way with the kitchen. It might have been different if we had moved in there about ten years ago, because then it wouldn't have the same impact.
But it does impact. It impacts greatly. And while I'm looking forward to the shiny new kitchen, I already miss the way it was before.
I'll persuade my father to forward me all the pictures he's taking of the entire process, and I'll put them up when I can.
My mother has wanted to remodel the kitchen for the past...twenty-five years, I believe. Since my parents purchased the house. But she hasn't been able to start actively planning it until about this time last year.
When she started planning, though, she took out all the stops. That entire level is going to be remodeled; the kitchen will be extended about a foot and a half to the west, and that wall will not be moved. Instead, it will be removed completely, and replaced with an island-like counter, but more of a pass-thru. Much like how Gen and Rene's kitchen is, but house-sized. (Actually, it's going to be a lot like Linn's mother's kitchen is, in that respect.) The dining room and the living room - technically an L-shaped single room, but divided by a sofa - will have the carpeting replaced with hardwood floor, and the walls will be painted. And everything will be just shiny and new.
Construction was scheduled to begin in middle-late May. We were able to empty out that level early, though, so we asked if they could start earlier.
They were able to start May 1st. Yesterday.
I got home from work, expecting it to be all construction-y and gutted, and I wasn't disappointed. But I was overwhelmed with how much had been done. The western wall of the kitchen has already been removed, and all the cabinets and counters were taken out. The kitchen has been completely stripped to the bare walls, exposing gas lines and water lines and electricity and ventilation.
I spent nearly 21 years in that kitchen, with it being one way. It was very strange to see it all gone. My mother said that when I get used to the new setup, I won't even remember how it was before. And that may be true in her case, but that was all I knew. The backyard's been different for two years, but I still vividly remember the way it used to be, and it will be that way with the kitchen. It might have been different if we had moved in there about ten years ago, because then it wouldn't have the same impact.
But it does impact. It impacts greatly. And while I'm looking forward to the shiny new kitchen, I already miss the way it was before.
I'll persuade my father to forward me all the pictures he's taking of the entire process, and I'll put them up when I can.
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Date: 2006-05-02 02:42 pm (UTC)Buzz. I still remember my childhood house. We moved when I was 15. It was heart-wrenching. Both brothers got to have parties, prom, and graduations there, but not me. I remember it so well that I built a replica on the Sims.
If I ever see it go back up for sale, I'll probably persuade Dave that we should pursue it.