How To Find What You Came Here For

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Sunday, September 22, 2013

Kitchen Duty

A house isn't a home until the kitchen is established. The baking dishes tucked into their cupboard, the dishes stacked neatly, the silverware drawer filled with its gleaming contents.

Jacob stood in the center of the bright, sunny kitchen and stared at the waiting cupboards and drawers.  The empty counter tops were a blank canvas just waiting for the imprint of their new owners. It was intimidating; he couldn't help feeling like the kitchen expected something from him.

"Oh boy." He turned in a slow circle, fighting to breath deep and slow.  It was working until he saw the stack of neatly packed boxes in the corner. They seemed to be waiting impatiently to have their contents removed, and he could feel his heartbeat accelerate.

"A house isn't a home until the kitchen is established."

Laney said that every time they moved - and they'd moved a lot in the last twenty-five years. The Navy had given him a great career and a good life, and in exchange he and his wife had packed up their home without complaint.

The first thing his wife did in every new place, no matter how big or small, regardless of the state or country, was unpack the kitchen and get all of her baking and cooking tools organized.  She had it down to a science.

He hadn't studied that science.  Laney had always handled this part, and he'd never paid that much attention. No matter how different each house or apartment was from the last one, he'd never had to search for anything.  It hadn't occurred to him that a significant amount of work might have gone into making that possible...until now.

Complicating matters was another detail: this was the first permanent home they'd ever had.  Now that he was retired, the Navy wouldn't be moving them again.  It had to be perfect, he wanted it to be perfect.

"Alright, let's get this show on the road," he muttered, squaring his shoulders.  "You survived Boot Camp, training, deployments, and retirement.  You can do this."

Moving with the purpose his training had instilled in him, Jacob opened the top box. Glasses.

He pulled two glasses out of their honeycomb packaging and turned back to the waiting kitchen. Indecision held him in place while he scanned the cupboards and tried to decide where they should go.

Finally, he opened the cupboard next to the sink and slide the glasses in.

Jacob stepped back and looked at the two glasses. A sigh of relief escaped, and his shoulders relaxed from the unconscious parade stance he'd taken.  A glance at his watch reminded him that he only had a few hours before he needed to leave. He moved quickly to empty the boxes and fill the cupboards.

Laney wouldn't have the energy to do this when he brought her home from her chemo treatment, but with the kitchen established he'd be able to make the tea and cookies she swore settled her stomach.  She'd be home, and so would he.

This is my post for this week's prompt from Write On Edge. We've moved a lot.  Not because we're in the military (although our oldest son IS in the Navy), but because we rent, and our lives have been pretty mobile.  The kitchen is always the first room to get unpacked - it just doesn't feel like our home until that little job is done, because the kitchen is the heart of our family life.

What about you?  What room in your house is the center of life?  If/When you have moved, is that the room you set up first?  

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  1. I love his indecision over the glasses. And that he feels the need to set up that kitchen. I'm sure, in time, Laney will slowly fix anything he may have missed. But, I'm also sure he'll have more right than he expects. Nice job!

  2. Lovely. Bittersweet. Positive. All these co-exist nicely in this post. Well done!

  3. I can see this, settling your kitchen first in a new house. That's the center of all activity and if it's in order the rest comes together more easily. I like how he wants their new home to be welcoming for his wife.

  4. I really liked this. I am not much of a cook or a baker but I too always seem to set up the kitchen first. In fact when we were building our home I fell in love with the kitchen in the model and that is how we decided on this townhome instead of another one. My husband always says "for someone that avoids the way of the kitchen as much as you do, you sure do love that room." and he's right, I think the kitchen is the heart of any home, even if it's take out chinese that graces the plates instead of home cooked meals.

    I loved how he squared his shoulders, how he wanted this to be the important thing he did before she got home, how he is making "their home" for them. It was a beautiful testament to love.

  5. I enjoyed the way he was able to find something concrete to do to help his wife. Sometimes being the caregiver can be so stressful and people aren't sure what to do. This small thing is really so much larger than just unpacking dishes.

    Also? Yes, the kitchen. We recently moved and are going to renovate the kitchen soon. It's not set up "right" and has become an unexpected priority.

  6. Many men find themselves at sixes and sevens in the kitchen, but it is nice that he was at least willing to try to help out. His wife will appreciate that.

  7. What a sweet husband! He understands what is important. His initial indecision replaced with sureness when finds the right place for the glasses.

  8. The kitchen is absolutely the heart of my home. I felt for your character's indecision. I was imagining my husband trying to accomplish the same in my absence.