But then about two years ago my life started falling apart. Between divorce and a couple moves I'm barely making ends meet, in the cheapest apartment I could find (a one bedroom that I split with someone else.)

The kitchen is so tiny, the refrigerator doesn't even open all the way. I barely have any counter space, and with a longer commute (and lots of overtime) I barely have time/energy anymore to cook. Plus, I don't have a dishwasher anymore, so cleanup takes a lot longer.

I want to cook. But fuck, it's so much harder to do now. I never realized how much I took cooking for granted, back when I had money.