Gemotions

The news hit her like a punch. "Condos!" Maria repeated the word aloud in her empty apartment, her voice a croak. The weight of everything – the bills, the job, the never-ending tasks – felt like it was crushing her. Now, this.

She went to the window and looked out at the city, its lights blurring in the gathering dusk. The thought of finding a new apartment, of navigating the cutthroat market, filled her with a profound sense of exhaustion. She knew she should start looking, but the idea of moving, of cleaning, of *doing* anything, was overwhelming. She just wanted to be still.