When I look at my wonderful kitchen finally taking shape, I feel like I'm looking in on someone else's kitchen...that this couldn't possibly be mine, that I'll wake up soon and have the same old washed oak, barely functional kitchen.
I'm not sure I'm expressing myself clearly....
It's like this has got to be some other lucky person's kitchen...like those big houses w/their libraries and media rooms. That this kitchen doesn't belong to me!
Does any of this make sense? Has anyone else felt this way? If so, how long before it goes away and you finally feel "at home" in your kitchen, that you finally realize it is yours?
Or, am I slightly crazy after all we've been through?