Attempting to cook in my mother's kitchen is not quite so familiar. I moved out years ago now yet I could always find my way around as if it was my own place. Now it's getting different. I have my own family of one husband and three kids. I have my own sets of dishes, silverware and mixing spoons. I have discovered - and continue to discover - how I like my kitchen to be set up. I used to think it should be how my mom had hers set up. My husband has shown me that it's okay to change things up though.
Apparently he thinks he has better ideas. ;) A lot of times they actually make sense. But every once in a while I have to fix it.
So now when I stand in my mother's kitchen I have to spend a little extra time looking for mixing bowls and Pam cooking spray. But I don't mind.
Because now I finally feel like I'm visiting. This may sound weird. The fact is I like being a visitor in my childhood home. It means I don't completely belong there anymore. I have a home of my own with one husband, three kids and one kitchen fit perfectly for my needs.
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