Yay for bigger kitchen! but now you will have to post a photo of your current kitchen!!
Well, we have cleared the old apartment and ready to hand-over the keys to the manager real estate but before that, I had to take pictures.
~ kitchen area as seen from the living room hall ~
For a small family, it’s not that bad really but when you look closely:
This was the kitchen we woke up to and had to live with for three years. Shocked? Me too (well, not exactly). On the right side, our gas cooker, gas tank and fridge were placed. The microwave oven and the dish rack on the left side of the sink.
And that’s pretty much all! Now you know not everyone in Dubai lives in posh villas!
My weird husband brought a measuring tape and measured the area of our old home. We were shocked to know it was just 50 sq. meters in all, including 2 1/2 bathrooms and the kitchen! We are 4 adults (me, the hubs, my mom and a cousin) and one child so no wonder we always bump into each other’s bums all the time!
We have a plumeria tree in our balcony to put a green touch and somehow add life to the desert feel of Dubai. My mom went all the way to planting some vegetables – some grew, some died. One vine persisted, I don’t know the English name of it (in Japanese it’s tsurumurasaki). Mom takes out young leaves and put it in soups and mung bean dishes we love to cook. The thing is, we couldn’t take it with us because the tree died after being infested with bees (the stems remained intact though) and is heavy, we have to cut it down and clean the whole balcony and the most unexpected thing happened!!
Pristine broke down.
Cried huge, hot, crocodile tears, saying “I love that plant…I will miss it!”
Oh my God. Who would have thought!
I know it must not be nice to take photos of crying children especially your own but I’ll document it here anyway to she can google someday and know how much she loved plants. Am I making any sense?
I took her back to the new apartment so the hubs and I can proceed to cleaning out all the remaining stuffs. I couldn’t bear her crying over all bits and bobs we had that we needed to throw out!
She even cried we couldn’t take the Santa sticker (without destroying it) in the window she put last Christmas.
We lived in that little apartment for 3 years starting from when Pristine was just 3 years old. She must have had so many memories of that house and loved every bit of it, no matter how inconvenient (she wasn’t the one who had to juggle things at the kitchen) and small.