I started renovating my apartment three years ago. Back then, I thought it would only take a few months. Now I realize it's a matter of philosophy.

It all started with the kitchen. I wanted to change the cabinets. I ended up tearing down a wall, replacing the wiring, and buying tiles, which are still sitting in boxes on the balcony. I'm afraid to put them up, in case I change my mind.

During this time, I've changed two teams, one designer, and re-done the wall color three times. There's now a corner in the living room that's not quite right. I put a cabinet there and try not to look at it 🌻.

The most interesting thing is that I've stopped waiting for the end. I used to think that happiness would come when everything was ready. When the last baseboard is in place and the chandelier glows steadily. But then I realized: it will never be finished. There will always be something I want to redo.

And there's freedom in that. Living in incompleteness teaches us not to postpone pleasure. I'm already drinking coffee in my unfinished kitchen and rejoicing ☕️. Because it's my unfinished kitchen. My mistakes, my decisions, my parquet flooring on the balcony 🍂.