I always thought I wanted to be on The Real World and started filming my video entry circa 1999 when people with cell phones were referred to as Zac Morris and video cameras were the size of his cell phone. It looked adventurous and most of the people on the show seemed cool. Except for Ruthie. And Puck. And Trishelle. Ok, scratch that last thought.
Luckily, the flame fizzled and I never pursued broadcasting my life in a house filled with seven strangers.
Unfortunately, the quest for adventure and excitement did not wane and this $@#%$%#@ remodel is the current golden chalice.
I'm going to lose my mind or wrap it in bubble tape. The kitchen is filled with boxes, we are clearing off the first floor, and we are moving AGAIN in a few days.
I am not complaining as our hunt for utopia in the drawers of a Poggenpohl kitchen is our own doing. I am, however, suggesting that those of you contemplating a renovation ask yourselves the following, "Am I glad my Real World entry was never completed/lost/denied by Mary-Ellis Bunim & Jonathon Murray or do I wish I'd been the seventh stranger?"
What? You never had an audition tape brewing? Liar.
Back to the question at hand. If the answer is yes, go for the cookie cutter new construction. If no, Puck, why are you reading this blog? That's kinda weird.