The arrival of my 19 yr. old daughter has brought a new buzz to the household. She only has a short 8 weeks to catch up with her gal pals, family, and other locals before the next adventure begins through Thailand and on to a work visa approved year in New Zealand. The addition of these lovely young adults on top of my son’s growing bevy of high school friends makes for a lively front room and kitchen. I listen to the chatter, the stories, the volume battles between the TV programs and the Echo streaming music, and the laughter and I feel very, very happy.
My current home is modest by US standards and comfortable. Located on a busy thru street I see the neighborhood going by with traffic, people, bikers, dogs and the occasional moose from my bedroom window.
Two cooks can navigate my small U-shaped kitchen on a normal day. Last night there were two of us cooking, dogs underfoot waiting for scraps, two girls on the floor leaning against the fridge and opposing dishwasher, and two more on the love seat in the hallway with still more kids around the corner hanging on the couch. Bill and I sang and chopped vegetables, had a glass of red wine and prepared a great vegan meal for everyone in the house and whoever else might come through the front door. Preparing great food and feeding others has long been one of my passionate acts of generosity. For years my grocery bill has been the highest cost of living I have and I am grateful to be able to share my cooking with the people in my life. I love to hear, “It smells so good in here!”
One of the girls was serving up a hot plate of veggie hash browns and said, “This is my favorite kitchen. Not just because there is great food, but we get to do this”, nodding to the cozy scene of everyone sharing an informal meal. What a great compliment for a woman who has spent a significant amount of time knee-deep in grocery shopping, recipes, ingredients, and dirty dishes.
I thought about this scene as I was making design decisions with my tiny house. So many tiny homes have the kitchen tucked in at one end under a loft, great for one cook but not for the hub of activity my kitchen always seems to be. I have placed my kitchen in the center of my design under the highest ceilings. I can picture a couple of people able to cook while others sit on the couch, the stairs and at the convertible table that is still evolving in my head.
I bought my first power tools, really … MY OWN tools. Whenever I take a step in the right direction it feels big, even when it is simple. I charged them up and am now ready to sink some screws into boards!
Everything is turning green and about to burst into bloom, even with the continued bouts of rain it is my signal to move from the indoors out. It is going to be a busy, busy season first finishing the camper renovation and then picking up the house trailer in Oregon over Memorial Day weekend. Ready … Set … Go!
Keeping my eyes on the goal,