There's a point, you quit pointing fingers at the layout and start wondering how you've lived like this. Not because anything's in ruins. The structure are still standing. The ceiling's not leaking. Technically, everything works. But it also doesn't.You always fight the same loose handle. You hop over that one plank that squeaks even though it's ce

You don't always need a leak to know it's time for a shift. Sometimes it's just a subtle itch. A gradual build, not explosive. Like when your place closes in even though the measurements never moved. Or when you can't avoid the same bit of bench. Same mark, different week.That's often how fixing up the place kicks off. Not always with a vision boar