For some reason the kitchen table was loaded with appliances, preventing it from being used as a proper table. Open shelf space next to the microwave was the resting place for about a dozen pots and pans, thrown about willy-nilly. There were paper and plastic bags piled in two or three cardboard boxes (ostensibly to save them for future uses) on the floor next to the refrigerator. There was a nearly permanent grime covering the top of the fridge, and the oven, not to mention the table.
Tonight, I finally conquered the kitchen!! Once I moved in, I felt I couldn't really change anything until I'd been around for awhile. There are 4-5 other people living here (one is a boyfriend who may or may not be an actual resident), and they've had things their way for Lord knows how long. As I was attempting to sit at the table to eat my dinner tonight, I realized that it was disgusting, and that I had to stay up for a few more hours to be on a conference call. So I buckled down and got to work. I chucked most of the bags that had been sitting there for ages. I scrubbed things. I rearranged appliances. When all was said and done, I was finally comfortable sitting in my kitchen.
It was a strangely liberating feeling a little while later when I walked into the kitchen, sat down at the table, and made a cup of tea. I've always said (okay, I probably have never said this, but I certainly believe it) that a house is not a home without a usable kitchen.
Next big task: attempting to make the living room a living room - a room one could actually sit and live in. I'm a big fan of organizing things and cleaning them up. Especially while I am unemployed and on break from school. It gives me something to do and makes me feel remarkably productive.
Can't wait for task #2 tomorrow!
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