My kitchen here is the kitchen from purgatory, and I don't have the present means to fix it. I'm used to it now, though, eight years and counting. It's so bad I almost like it. I knew it needed new or purchased used cabinets when I bought the place, but other stuff was more important to fix. This isn't an old place, just one with a crappy developer. My neighbors have dealt with the same beeswax over the years.
Anyway, I took off the doors to most of the existing cabinets. With my vision thing, I kept nearly knocking my eye out with the doors. I saved them in the garage for the next lucky person. I added a wall about ten feet long that cut off one of the accesses to the living room (who needs two?) and that gave me space to put the olden hutchlike cabinet I brought from California (cost me $50.00 after the fire sale next to our studio there, after fireworks from the bay caught that building, ay yi yi). So that's one good thing, I've my old hutch/cabinet. The lighting isn't bad - the kitchen backdoor has one big glass lite, and the side window lets in a lot of light too. Girl likes natural light. Recent good news: I fixed my garbage disposal, long story involving artichoke leaves. I know better, so stupid!