We've been without a proper kitchen for over a year now.
A solitary sink on stilts, box for a counter. Everything in boxes in the living room or the basement. Almost like camping in your own home. It's quite a lesson what little we actually need to have there for daily use. It can be liberating.
But we didn't have a Passover or New Year celebration this year - we can't invite people over for a dinner. Not much cooking has been going on.
It all started with a flaky kitchen floor. We thought the tiles were breaking due to old age - they must have been done in the 70's - ugly dirt colour linoleum tiles I never liked. We decided it was time to replace them. Sounds simple, right?
Wrong.
Any project you start at home always turns out to open a whole can of worms. In our case they were termites. Tiny white little buggers.
Months of work, mountains of expenses, decisions, waiting.
The kitchen floor had to go, and the sub floor - 120 year old wood removed. New termite resistant sub floor, new wood floor. New windows for the basement to block them.
Then to build a new kitchen from scratch: a new set of cabinets, sink, counters... the list goes on. And on. And on. More waiting, more decisions. Money...
I never thought it would take so long, and I dare say - if not the termites I'd have never done it.
Is there a light at the end of the tunnel? yes. Somewhere.
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