I’ve lived here since September ‘98. I first recorded CG’s height two months later. And ever since. On the eve of a new kitchen, I’ve just realised the door frame is going and I’m hit with emotion. I am excited for a new kitchen, it’s long overdue. But the door frame can stay. Please.
The kitchen looks like I did when I moved in, a kettle and some cups, washing up liquid. How many happy times has this room seen, how many meals, how many tears and tantrums (me and CG)? It’s always been my go-to room. My place to write, concoct new things, work out my head. It’ll be the same, it’ll just look different.
How much have we grown in that time....Cg and I were babies when we moved here. Him literally and me yet to mature.
Thank you walls for letting me paint you colours that shouldn’t exist. Thank you cupboards for holding my goodies. Thank you boards for letting me kick you in grief. Thank you shelves for holding my memories. Thank you windows for holding my daydreams.
Be pretty, my little kitchen. Just let’s keep that height chart.
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