I can picture this in my head. For some reason this brings me complete peace. When I think about something that I’ve built from the ground up it gives me pride. From the colors on the walls to the decor that changes all throughout what is my house.  This place is a safe haven from all the negative walls that surround me. Each piece represents a place in the world that I hold to be very special. I look at the shelf that shines of brass and remember how hard my mother worked to obtain that shelf. Essential pieces that were passed down to me to remember each relative. As I enter the kitchen I am proud to hold family recipes that I can one day pass along to my child. Food that brought family together during holidays. Celebrations that will be thought of for years to come.