The construction started on September, 4, 2018. We have now endured 2 long years of construction. Now we are taking on the construction of the kitchen. We are living without a kitchen for a while because of the construction. We set up a makeshift kitchen in the hall. We move our microwave, toaster, steamer and table to our new “kitchen”. So far, it has been ok, but the food isn’t as good as homemade food. On the weekdays we warm up chicken or meat in the microwave and steam vegetables, pasta, rice and couscous. On the weekends we get takeout or go out. “It is not as good as home cooked food,” I say, “But it’s still good.”
The house is really noisy with the bangs of nailing a cabinet or something into the wall, the sounds of ripping the whole room apart and the sounds of workmen talking. The first couple of times I heard the different sounds I practically jumped out of my skin. The whole downstairs except for the guest room smells faintly musty. Sometimes it smells a bit like muffins. There is also the smell of fresh paint. I always make sure before I touch something I ask myself “Is this wet?” It sounds strange, but after awhile you get used to the smells and noises.
There are drop cloths all over the house and the dining room and living room are bare and empty. Upstairs we have to be really careful that we don’t touch wet paint. Downstairs we have to be careful with the floors, making sure we don’t step on them with shoes. We have to be careful walking through the kitchen, because of the appliances. We have to be really careful in general.
We check on the kitchen multiple times. My mom doesn’t let me in the construction zone because there are things you could trip on, dangerous machines and dust. Then, a few weeks later she started to let me go into the kitchen.
“Wow!” I exclaim, “It looks so good!”. Everything is ripped out. My mom tells me the plan for the kitchen. A few weeks after, we put in the hardwood floor, but had to move to my aunt’s house for a few days, because they had to stain the floors.The stain is toxic. We moved all our furniture upstairs because we couldn’t have it downstairs with the staining happening.
Now we are back in our house, but still cannot put any furniture downstairs. Our guestroom is our kitchen now and my sister is sleeping with me because my room doesn’t have extra furniture and her room is being used to store furniture. My mom and dad sleep in their their room with a sea of furniture around them. It’s not that bad. It is just a bit strange to have no furniture downstairs and a ton of it upstairs. It is also weird to have the guest room as our kitchen, but it is ok. Now it is just waiting, waiting and waiting. The stone is coming today. The construction is almost done and we will soon have a kitchen again.
I can only imagine what it will look like when it is finished. From what my mom told me it sounds really nice. It’s hard to imagine what it will look like, although I can kind of get the picture I know what it looks like so far, but it is still hard to imagine. I think my mom did a really good job designing it. She spent a lot of time and effort on it and should be very proud of it. Even though I can’t exactly envision yet, I am sure that it will be really, really nice.