Gemotions

The realtor’s words, "prime location," "investment opportunity," echoed in her ears long after the woman left. Sarah felt a tremor in her hands as she went back to watering her plants. The sudden, invasive buzz of potential change made her arms feel heavy.

She stared out the window at the busy street, suddenly seeing everything with sharp clarity. The noise, the lights, the constant motion - it all seemed amplified, overwhelming. She began to notice all the little imperfections in her apartment, the scuff marks on the walls, the slightly uneven floors.

Her appetite vanished. She picked at her dinner, pushing the food around her plate, the familiar flavors of the food not tasting quite right. The comforting routine of her evening was shattered. The thought of losing her view, her quiet refuge, was a heavy weight.