For now, it looks like this.
**DISCLAIMERS: Disregard the dishes; Hubby is doing them as we speak. That big stack of papers by my computer? Period 6 essays . . . ungraded . . . at 9:30 p.m. oops. I have senioritis. Wait . . .
The random black thing on the wicker chest? An electric air pump for blowing up air mattresses. More on that later 🙂
I am content. I have more cabinet space than ever before. I have windows that fill it with light. I have an oven that doesn’t explode in my face or singe my arm hairs off. No lie.
If this was our HOME, not our RENTAL, then we would paint the cabinets white, put in a new floor, buy a dishwasher, and a new lamp.