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One winter afternoon, I stood in the hallway and realized I had grown to loathe it. Not in a meltdown-level kind of way. More like when you outgrow something slowly. Like a stale jacket, or a shirt that starts smelling weird no matter how often it's washed.
It was claustrophobic, and there was this weird patch where the paint was bubbling like sunburn. Just a wall. But somehow it felt like it was part of the weight. Of what? No idea. Everything, maybe.
I didn't set out to get into all this. I planned to patch that spot. Maybe swap the fitting. Then I tugged the edge of the wallpaper, and underneath… well. Orange and brown. Looked like it was straight out of the ‘70s. The kind of wallpaper that makes you reconsider all your choices.
And that's how it begins. You pull one thread, and the house responds like it was ready.
Next thing I knew, I was Googling things I'd never heard of. Architrave. I developed obsessions for paint swatches. I joined forums like it was a sport. Still don't know why one caulking gun's $12 and another's $48, but I'll fight you over which is better.
But this wasn't just about aesthetic updates. It was about admitting something didn't fit, and that I was tired of tiptoeing. I used website to hop over a creaky floorboard by the bathroom even after I fixed it. Muscle memory is ridiculous like that.
Some days went well. Some didn't. I once installed a power point upside down and didn't notice for ages. Only realized it when my sister flipped it and asked why “off” turned the light *on*.
But that's the point, isn't it?. You laugh, and then suddenly the space feels… yours. Not perfect. Not staged. But not borrowed anymore. That wall? Still narrow. And the paint line by the stairs? Wobbly. But it's something I chose.
It's not about what your neighbour just did. It's about saying no to stuff that makes you sigh at 7am. If you hang the art too high, just call it character. That's what I do. Or at least that's what I tell guests.