Bittersweet Days

We're moving into a new home. I'm so excited to be moving, but at the same time am very sad to be leaving my kitchen behind. Although the new house has a wonderful kitchen, complete with a wall oven and drop-in cooktop, two things that I've always wanted, I'm still a little tearful. Maybe it's because we had to work hard to make the kitchen become what we wanted it to be. When we moved into the house, there were no built-in cabinets, only a stand-alone cupboard, an old Hoosier & an ugly metal-base sink. We made it work for a few years & then we could afford to update. Now the kitchen has beautiful creamy white cabinets complete with a correspondence desk, rich green countertops, a dishwasher, new hardwood flooring. It's absolutely beautiful. But more than the redo, I think I'll miss all the firsts that occured for me there. Even before the remodel, I cooked my first Thanksgiving turkey, following Martha Stewart's recipe for a perfect bird. I made my first perfect stuffing, using my mother-in-laws' recipe. I also had my first kitchen disaster: for our very first party a few weeks after our wedding, I put chicken wings that still had some ice crystals on them into the deep fryer, causing grease to overflow onto our just refinished floors. It's the kitchen where I made batch after batch of holiday Chex Mix after my grandma retired from it. I could go on & on but I won't. I'll take all my memories along with me & hopefully make as many great memories in our wonderful new home.