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The tap wasn't even completely busted. Just annoying. You had to twist it a bit sideways and then back into position to get usable water. If you went too far, it'd shriek. Not aggressive, but sharp — like a dying violin. I put up with it for far longer than I should've. Blamed the system. Blamed the building. Blamed everything except myself.
One afternoon, I was home before dark, waiting for the pasta water to boil, and it hit me: I can't stand this setup.
It wasn't a breakdown. More like a background noise that had finally forced its way to the surface. The drawers were loose, the bench was too short, and the cupboard door kept hitting me every time I bent down. I'd started to duck by instinct.
I pulled out a notebook and wrote “replace kitchen faucet” at the top. Beneath that: “actual counter space,” then “this wiring makes no sense” The question mark wasn't accidental. The switch really was inexplicably placed.
I told myself I'd just fix that one thing. Just swap out the tap. Easy. But standing in the plumbing section three days later, confused by finishes, I somehow ended up with paint cards under my arm. And then came the demolition.
I didn't hire a pro. I probably should've. Instead, I watched a video at 1am from my friend Rory, who said, “Don't aim at anything alive.” Not exactly the OSHA standard, but I ran with it.
Taking down that top unit felt like a rebellion. Against what? here I'm not totally sure. Maybe the version of me that lived with forehead bruises.
The journey spiraled. Not in a disaster way, just... naturally. I spent three hours googling “do I need primer?”. Got into a minor debate with a guy on a forum about “the best tile spacing tool”. I still don't really get epoxy, but I'm convinced he was probably guessing.
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 a showroom. The tile near the bin's not square, and the outlet by the toaster leans left. But when I stand there, I don't duck. That alone is a win.
And that notebook? Still on the bench. Nothing new written. Which, honestly, might be the real achievement.