Perfectionists and new homes

“I should have kown, from the moment I saw the linoleum in that apartment, that, for an perfectionist, this place was nothing for me!”

I witnessed how a friend of mine went completely insane while doing renovations in her new appartment. It went on and on. First, it started with her desire to move in a new lot. So, she found one, that “just needed a little bit of extra work” Or as a perfect salesperson would say: it had so much potential.
Well, so, of course, as a friend, I offered help. OH my GOD! what was I thinking? In the beginning it was really fun. We worked in her future “dream home, I´ll be happy in here for the rest of my life” after work, drank wine and worked the floors. To be precise: I worked the floor, drank wine and she talked. But that was okay, for me it was just exercise.