Maud Berthold

You’re scrolling again. Staring at fifteen tabs. Each one promising the answer about buying a home. But they all say different things.

You’re standing in the hardware store. Holding a leaky faucet in one hand and a cracked tile in the other.

You’re standing in front of a cracked tile. Or holding a wrench over a leaky faucet you’ve stared at for three days. You just want it fixed. Not sold to.

You’re scrolling at 10 p.m. again. Your kid just had a meltdown over socks. You’ve read three different blogs today.

You’re staring at that leaky faucet again. And the bathroom tile you promised yourself you’d fix last spring. And the weird noise coming from the furnace.

You’re standing in your kitchen. Measuring tape in hand. Pinterest board open. And then. Your stomach drops. Because you just hit the financing part.

You got that home valuation report. And you stared at it. Wondered if it meant anything real. Or just noise dressed up as insight.

You’re standing in your kitchen right now. Staring at that yellowed grout. Wondering if you should rip it all out (or) just live with it. I’ve been there.

I dropped a ceiling fan once. Not on purpose. Not even close to knowing what I was doing.

You’ve spent months dreaming about that kitchen remodel. Then you talk to three contractors. Each promises something different.