Not too long ago, 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 resent something bit by bit. Like your old phone case, or a shirt that always feels damp.It was tight, and there was this one bit where the paint flaked like old glue. Just a wall. But somehow it felt like it was p

Sometimes it doesn't take a disaster to know it's time for a shift. Sometimes it's just a subtle itch. A creeper, not obvious. Like when your place closes in even though the size never moved. Or when you always clip your hip on the same sharp edge. Same spot, different day.That's often how remodeling comes to life. Not always with a grand plan. Jus