I had always heard that the kitchen is the heart of a home. Having lived in a basement apartment for more than 10 years, I had trouble believing this. My kitchen was so small that there was barely room for me let alone a guest. And then I moved into a house with this kitchen:
Suddenly, I had so much room I didn't know what to do. But it all became clear one snow day last winter. School had been cancelled and I realized I finally had room to bake cookies with my three nieces and my nephew. Much to my amazement, it was the first time any of them had made cookies that didn't come in a plastic wrapper. We mixed and scooped and baked several sheets full of cookies. When they were done, we all gathered around the counter with our milk and cookies as I listened to the chatter of things that are important to kids between the ages of three and nine.
I knew moving into a house was going to be a big change for me, but changes like these are the ones that tend to sneak up on me. They are the ones involve turning my house into a home.