Dreaming in the Kitchen

I was just sitting here going through my Instagram feed and I saw a post that said sometimes you need to take some time for your self just to sit and eat food and not share. Something like that. So, it made me think back to the time when for a brief moment, about 2 years or so we lived in my grandmother's house which was huge compared to where we are now. My grandparents had remodeled the back part of the house made it bigger and that was the huge den which was probably big enough to fit this whole apartment in and have a little left over for half of she kitchen. Now, when we moved there it was 4 bedrooms and about 8 people including my sister, two of her three kids, my son, brother, mom and one dog. We hadn't had time to really clean out the house at all. So, my mom took the biggest bedroom upstairs, it was the size of a small apartment with a hot tub in the bathroom or whatever you call it but it was big enough for 4 people and possibly 5 if they were small skinny people. (LOL) It had a big mirrored closet and a space near the closet where you could sit and apply make up or comb your hair or whatever you needed to do. Then there was another room inside of that room where my grandfather had his "office" I always thought that was a strange place for an office and especially strange since he was retired. It didn't have a door but had a desk, bookcase, and an old typewriter sitting on the desk surrounded with thousands of papers and folders. He never threw much of anything away. The books were mostly art books and law books and a few novels in between. Then there was a small deck where you could go sort of like a patio at the far end of the room where there was a small white plastic table and one chair. My mom said that she had to have that room because she was the "queen" and believe me she acted like one of the royals sometimes.

So, I slept downstairs on the couch which I didn't mind cause the couch was filled with feathers and was the most comfortable couch that I had ever sat on. The only thing that it was a white couch and we all know how white doesn't stay clean especially with a toddler. My son was a toddler then. So, the good part about that was that the kitchen was across from the den about ten or so steps away and in the mornings I could wake up earlier then all the rest and I would quietly go in there and make myself some breakfast and a cup of tea. I didn't have to worry about sharing anything with anyone and I would just take my food and tea in the front room, which was the old living room where the red antique couch was and open the front curtains a little to let the sunshine in and I would just sip tea and eat all alone enjoying my time to myself before I had to go to work. It was the only time of the day where I was alone for a little bit. That tiny window before I started the day to just be. No sharing, no cooking for everyone else, no stress, no noise, just me.  I didn't even have to walk down stairs to the kitchen it was there all mine waiting for me. I would do this almost every day and tried to do it on the weekends too as much as I could.

Of course now it is different. I no longer sleep near the kitchen on a big comfy couch. I don't sleep on any couch now. I don't get to go in the kitchen alone and cook just for myself and just be for a while. The kitchen is two steps if that away from the living room. There is always someone in the living room that I would have to pass to get to the kitchen and of course the smell of bacon would wake up the dead. (LOL) So, I had to break up with the kitchen at the last house and hopefully sooner then later I can have the kitchen back to myself even if only for a few minutes a day.