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Not too long ago, I stood in the dark stretch between rooms and realized I couldn't stand it. Not in a dramatic kind of way. More like when you resent something slowly. Like your old phone case, or a shirt that never quite fits.

It was barely lit, and there was this awkward spot where the paint was bubbling like sunburn. Just a wall. But somehow it felt like it was part of the issue. Of what? No idea. Everything, maybe.

I didn't set out to redo the house. I planned to patch that spot. Maybe clean the skirting. Then I nudged some old panelling, and underneath… well. Orange and brown. Looked like it was printed by someone on drugs. The kind of wallpaper that makes you reconsider all your choices.

And that's how it begins. You touch one thing, and the house sighs like it was ready.

Next thing I knew, I was learning things I'd never thought existed. Architrave. I developed strong opinions for skirting board profiles. I watched videos 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 fixing things. It was about admitting something didn't fit, and that I was tired of tiptoeing. I used to avoid a creaky floorboard by the bathroom even after I fixed it. Muscle memory is stubborn like that.

Some days went well. Some didn't. I once installed a power click here point upside down and didn't notice for weeks. Only realized it when my sister flipped it and asked why “off” turned the light *on*.

But that's how it goes. You fumble, 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 earned.

It's not about style blogs. It's about saying no to busted plastic chairs. If you drill in the wrong spot, just call it character. That's what I do. Or at least that's what I tell guests.