Gemotions

Eliza clapped her hands together, a sharp, almost involuntary movement. Her brother, Ben, was examining the foundation, muttering about structural integrity. She couldn't concentrate on anything technical. All she felt was a rush of warmth, a feeling of utter elation.

She ran her hand along the cool surface of the kitchen counter, imagining herself cooking family meals here. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. This house, this space, was a canvas for her dreams.

She took a deep breath, the scent of old wood and forgotten memories filling her lungs. It felt like coming home, even though she hadn't lived here in years. A wave of happiness surged through her, washing away any lingering anxieties. She knew, without a doubt, that this was the start of something wonderful.