It started with a shelf. Or maybe not even a shelf — more like the suggestion of one. My girlfriend said we needed “a better place for the keys,” and instead of just using the table, I decided I'd go big. Wall-mounted. Minimalist. Stylish. Or whatever people call it when they're about to make a mess.I marked the spot beside the door, took one

The tap wasn't even broken. Just temperamental. You had to turn it slightly left and then back a hair to the right to get usable water. If you went too far, it'd shriek. Not deafening, but unpleasant — like a kettle screaming. I lived with it for too long. Blamed the system. Blamed the setup. Blamed everything except myself.One afternoon, I was h