Tips to Plan a House Renovation Without OverwhelmTips to Choose the Best Materials for Your Project 64

Tips to Plan a House Renovation Without OverwhelmTips to Choose the Best Materials for Your Project 64

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This one stupid tap wasn't even completely busted. Just slow. You had to turn it just so and then back a hair to the right to get warm water. If you messed up the angle, it'd shriek. Not loud, but unpleasant — like a dying violin. I lived with it for far longer than I should've. Blamed the plumbing. Blamed the setup. Blamed everything except the fact that I hadn't done anything.

One afternoon, I was home by accident, waiting for the pasta water to boil, and it hit me: I can't stand this setup.

It wasn't a rage fit. More like a background noise that had finally gotten louder. The cutlery tray slid around, the bench was too short, and the top cabinet door kept hitting me every time I opened the dishwasher. I'd started to duck by instinct.

I pulled out a receipt back and wrote “new tap” at the top. Beneath that: “actual counter space,” then “move light switch?” The question mark wasn't accidental. The switch really was behind the fridge.

I told myself I'd keep it simple. Just swap out the tap. Easy. But standing in the aisle of chaos three days later, confused by finishes, I somehow ended up with tile samples under my arm. And then came the demolition.

I didn't get help. I probably should've. Instead, I borrowed a sledgehammer from my friend Rory, who said, “Don't aim at anything alive.” Not exactly the comforting guidance, but I got started.

Taking down that upper cabinet felt like a rebellion. Against what? I'm not totally sure. Maybe the version of me that made excuses.

The more info project spiraled. Not badly, just... inevitably. I spent three hours debating grout colors. Got into a minor debate with a guy on a Reddit thread about “the best tile spacing tool”. I still don't really understand epoxy, but I'm convinced he was wrong.

And the new tap? Still makes a sound. Different sound now. Softer. Almost charming. I think I like it. Or maybe I've given up.

It's not magazine-worthy. The tile near the bin's not square, and the outlet by the toaster leans left. But when I walk in, I don't brace. That alone is a win.

And that notebook? Still on the bench. Nothing new written. Which, honestly, feels good.