I was sitting at the kitchen table with three quotes spread out like playing cards, coffee gone cold, listening to the sound of the demo crew two doors over starting at 7 AM. My kid was asleep in the next room, the whole house smelled like dust and drywall, and the 410 had already been a parking...
I was sitting at the kitchen table with three contractor quotes, a mug of coffee gone cold, and the dust from yesterday's demo already settling into the grooves of the original 1990s oak cabinet doors. It was a Tuesday in late March, the kind of gray Brampton morning that makes you consider...
I was crouched on the kitchen floor, half a drawer of 1990s oak cabinetry at my feet, reading the third quote for the day and feeling stupidly close to crying. The demolition had already started next door—sledgehammer thumps from the contractor who showed up for a different job—and my own...