Wanna hear a funny story? Well, okay, it's not really a story, and it's not all that funny... but today I started packing up the kitchen, and was getting SO frustrated! Where does all of this stuff come from, anyway? I have three different kinds of flour? I even found a stick o' lard. Seriously, lard. So I called my sister, and she assured me that this wasn't unusual (she is a fellow frequent-mover), that the kitchen is always the most difficult room to pack.
But the best part?
Our new place doesn't actually have a kitchen.
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| I've dramatically named this the "dedicated cooking area". |
Yeah. I'm going to spend at least 2-3 days packing up a room with nowhere really to put the things once I get them to the new space. I find that moderately funny, anyway.
We've got kitchen-esque plans, of course. Shelves, Mason jars full of dry goods, a fancy-schmancy new mini fridge (with an adorable little freezer). But seriously, I might have to really start cutting down on my kitchen supplies, because this is starting to look a wee bit crazy.
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