Inner Post

You’re standing in your living room. Staring at the same wall you’ve stared at for three years. It’s not broken. It’s not falling apart.

You’re standing in front of that kitchen counter, staring at the peeling laminate.

I’ve stared at that same half-painted wall for three weeks. You know the one. The project you swore would take a weekend. Then the estimates came in.

I stare at the same room every morning and feel stuck. You too? That blank wall. The weird lighting. The carpet that’s seen better decades.

You’re standing in the hardware store aisle. Staring at ten kinds of drywall compound.

You’re standing in the kitchen at 8:47 p.m. Bills are stacked on the counter. The faucet’s still dripping.

You walk in the door exhausted. And your house doesn’t fix it. It should. But it doesn’t. Not yet.