Gemotions

The notification buzzed on Maya's phone – “Building Conversion Meeting Tonight!” She practically jumped out of her chair. It was like a switch had been flipped. She had been stuck in a rut, but now... the apartment suddenly felt small, cramped.

She needed to get moving. She raced through her apartment, tossing open drawers, envisioning a complete overhaul. She needed new flooring. She needed a new color scheme. She scribbled down a list of paint swatches.

She didn't wait to start. She pulled out the furniture, rearranging it in different configurations. The air felt charged, and she felt capable of anything. She was going to make this her own.