Something happens when you walk into a room and think, “Yeah, this needs work”. That squeaky door you've been pretending not to see for months. The awkward hallway that makes no sense. Maybe the main area that you just don't like.You say, *“We'll get to it.”* And then you don't — until you finally do.Renovating a house isn't all that glam
A few years ago, I stood in the dark stretch between rooms and realized I hated it. Not in a “burn it down” kind of way. More like when you stop liking something without noticing. Like cheap coffee, or a shirt that never quite fits.It was barely lit, and there was this one bit where the paint flaked like old glue. Just a wall. But somehow it fe
Eventually, you let go of the floorplan excuses and start questioning your own patience. Not because anything's falling down. The bones are still intact. The house isn't crumbling. Structurally, everything holds up. But it also sort of doesn't.You still fumble with the same misaligned latch. You avoid that one floorboard that squeaks even though it