Simple Pleasures

This morning I brewed coffee in my kitchen.

You’re thinking, “OK, no big deal. People do that every morning.” But for weeks I’ve felt homeless. Despite staying with family and friends who are like family, it’s just not the same as having your own space. And since we closed on our house more than two weeks, it’s been nothing but renovations. Even in my own home, I felt homeless.

Last night, I unpacked several boxes of kitchen items, filling cupboards and drawers with utensils, plates, glasses, cookware, sandwich baggies, dish towels — the usual mix of kitchen items.

In one of the very last boxes, I found the coffee pot and the coffee grinder. So while the rest of the house still looks like a construction site, the kitchen is starting to look a little more normal. We even moved our patio furniture into the eating area so we would have a place to sit.

So, this morning (I took the day off from work), I sit at my patio table with my laptop on my lap and a view of the spacious backyard. The construction site is at my back and a steaming mug of coffee sits on the table and for a few moments, I’ll pretend my house isn’t a wreck and life is normal– all this because this morning I brewed coffee in my kitchen.