What conjures up a home?
Surely it must be the sounds and smells emanating from its kitchen.
Home is the tranquil song the tap sings when water runs through a colander of potatoes and fresh greens;
the tenor and bass in rhythmic staccato when a chopper goes through a juicy chunk of meat;
it is the chorus of the pots and pans clanging in anticipation of some sizzling crescendo;
culminating in the sweet sweet sense of bliss when chicken broth is boiling on the stove.
It took me a long while to build this kitchen, a week and 5 days in fact.
And as my kitchen is fully exposed to the elements, things aged really fast.
But the romance of washing the dishes on a rainy afternoon,
or watching dusk falls on my steps of succulents as I am making dinner,
I will not have it any other way.
My kitchen may only be a stretch of table along one wall
But with it, Abandoned House is finally a Home.