I love our house here. I really do. However, the kitchen perplexes me. Allow me to vent for a moment if you will...
This is our kitchen:
It's nice enough. The stainless steel counter-tops aren't the prettiest thing in the world, but I'm not very picky. We had to buy an extra rack to pile our stuff on because there wasn't enough storage space, but it works OK. It stinks not having a dishwasher, but that isn't too big of a deal.
The one thing that does truly irritate me is this: I can't reach the top cupboards! I know Americans tend to be taller than Japanese people, and this house was built for Americans to live in. I'm sure whoever designed it was trying to be helpful and mindful of the house's inhabitants. But I'm thinking they took it a bit far. I can just reach the bottom shelf if I stand on my tippy-toes and reach with all my might, but it's not very convenient when, say, trying to put the dishes away or get down a can of diced tomatoes. Corey can do a little bit better than I can, but even he is too short for these cupboards. We're in search of a step-stool to keep on hand. In the meantime, I'm getting really good at the "jump-and-grab" and climbing the counters.
At least we don't have to worry about hitting our heads on the cupboard doors...