My kitchen is crooked. The foundation slopes. I am used to it now after almost 2 years but I had some major balance issues when I was first moving in during the summer when it was 100 degrees for a consecutive 100 days. Not a good combo.
I am not a kitchen gal but this kitchen has been a healing place. A place for joy and new adventures. This crooked kitchen has yellow curtains that took me a long time to find. It has no dishwasher. There are not enough cabinets, nor counter space.
But you see, this crooked kitchen is where I paint. It holds my giant sized easel that is taller than me and has rollers. This kitchen is where I turn on my music and let the colors pour out onto the canvas and out of my heart. There is paint everywhere and I will have a mighty clean-up job when I move out but I am OK with that. Paint spots on the floor and the cabinet under the sink has a streak of orange. Lots of pain spots in the sink. And even a few spots of paint on those yellow curtains from a paint party when I had 4 friends over.
I love this crooked kitchen now. I am getting ready to move and one of my main questions is “where will I paint?” This kitchen has heard me cry, scream, and rant. I pray out loud. It was in this kitchen that I was standing on the phone when my ex-husband asked me if I wanted to reconcile…and I later said NO. It is this kitchen that has held me as I ached in pain with a kidney stone.
My crooked kitchen has also allowed me the freedom to cook. I am not a domestic, Martha Stewart kind of gal. But in this kitchen I have made meals and invited friends over to share them with me.
This kitchen is crooked. My life is crooked….or not what I thought it would be at this age. I am 40 years old, divorced, no children, and no family near by. I have no man in my life. I have amazing friends. I have a cat named Zander. I have a career that I have carved out for myself that gives me great job and challenges me daily. I weigh 10 lbs more than I did last year, but I weigh 40 lbs less than I did at my highest weight. Thus is life, the ebb and the flow. The journey through the crooked places.
So I will always cherish this goofy crooked kitchen and how it changed me, embraced me, and created me.