Somehow I have grown this fascination for kitchen windows. Oh, no, wait, it was actually my last home, where I lived for exactly 3 years, that sowed this seed of love for kitchen windows into my heart and head. We moved in to a new house this past weekend and thankfully, this one boasts a kitchen window, too, although not as beautiful as the one I had in my old penthouse. But I have one, at least!
I am glad there is an opening in my kitchen through which I can catch a glimpse of the outside world as I wash dishes, fruits and vegetables. My new kitchen window overlooks my backyard, which is pretty, but not as pretty as the blue heaven, which I could enjoy from the kitchen of my seventh-floor penthouse. Through this window, too, sunshine glides in, not in the morning, but in the afternoon only. But that's okay, I can live with it.
I am content with having any kind of kitchen window because over the past 3 years, I learned that a kitchen without a window could be a suffocating place to prepare one's daily meals.
Comments