I really miss this kitchen. There was lots of counter and cabinet space. I actually didn't realize exactly how much space I had, until the movers brought ALL of the boxes here to this apartment. As they stacked them one upon the other and lined them up in my new kitchen, it quickly became apparent that things would not fit. Besides the very obvious fact that my old kitchen had a dishwasher and garbage disposal, I just miss it being all mine. I don't feel that way about this kitchen here. It still feels foreign.
When I think back to my old house, I think of the living room and how many hours my family and I spent there. This is the home that I brought both of my new babies back to. This is the place where they both learned to crawl and then to walk. I can remember all the baby gates and safety measures I had put into place to protect my kids. I can also remember how overly protective I was. Seeing these pictures may just look like a kitchen and a living room to you. But to me, they are filled with joyful memories. Laughter and love.