After ten weeks of paper plates, microwave dinners, and all my kitchen stuff in cartons on the dining room floor, I am absolutely luxuriating in my new space. Cooking eggs for breakfast, sitting at my sweet one-person breakfast bar (staring out at the trees), listening to the hum of the washing machine THAT I CAN USE WHENEVER I FEEL LIKE IT! Running water! Dishwasher! Oh, I am a happy camper.
Still quite a few things to do, but the kitchen is now functional. From what I hear, ten weeks is not bad at all.
