Back in 2019, I stood in the passage and realized I was sick of it. Not in a meltdown-level kind of way. More like when you outgrow something without noticing. Like your old phone case, or a shirt that starts smelling weird no matter how often it's washed.It was tight, and there was this

It's not always obvious the moment your space stops feeling right for you. It's not like the roof caves in (hopefully). It's gradual. A drawer that sticks, the tap you have to wiggle, the mirror that fogs up even with the ventilation open. Minor things, really. But they wear you down.The