good grief

Starting in a few weeks, and for the next several months, I will be sans kitchen, sharing a small bathroom with my housemate/landlord, and pool table-less.  I’ve been teetertottering on whether this remodel is a good thing or bad.  Yes, I will have  nicer bathroom fixtures.  No, my bathroom size will be cut in half.  Yes, I’ll get a gourmet kitchen.  No, I won’t have a kitchen for two months (at least!) during construction.  Yes, my bathroom will be closer to my bedroom.  No, my bathroom will be next to the front door.  You get the picture.   It’s going to be a pretty major remodel, knocking out several walls, rerouting the plumbing, taking out the sliding glass door,  moving the kitchen to where my bathroom is, moving my bathroom to where the kitchen is.  I still can’t imagine what it will look like in the end, I just have to trust my housemate/landlord that he knows what he’s doing.

Since he first told me about the remodel several months ago til now, I’ve gone through the Kübler-Ross stages of grief:

1.  Denial.  He won’t go through with it.  He just thinks he wants a bigger kitchen.

2.  Anger.  Why is he doing this to me?  Why is he taking my perfectly fine, isolated, quiet bathroom and moving it next to the front door?

3.  Bargaining.  Maybe if I tell him if he sticks the pool table in the front room it’ll look like a frat house, he’ll reconsider.

4.  Depression.  My one livelihood in life, cooking, will be taken away from me for two whole months.  Oh, bother.

5.  Acceptance.  Okay, fine.  Just do it and get it over with.

In the end, I know it’ll be okay.  Great, even.  It’s just getting from point A to C that I always sweat over. Granted, I won’t be entirely without kitchen appliances as he will be temporarily relocating the refrigerator, toaster oven and microwave to the front room, but there’ll be no place to wash dishes unless we use the small sink in his bathroom upstairs, or the utility sink in our garage.

I see many, many frozen dinners and take-out containers in my future.  Right now, I think I’m reliving stage 2.

2 Comments on “good grief”

  1. greg February 8, 2011 at 8:37 #

    Sounds like you will have to cook more creatively 😉

    • me February 18, 2011 at 15:36 #

      I just bought a toaster over cookbook so we’ll see just how creative I can be.

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