The other night I plugged in my kettle and the kitchen outlet literally gave off a tiny spark. Scared me half to death because I’d never seen that happen before, and then the breaker tripped right after. I tried flipping it back but it wouldn’t stay on, so I ended up making tea on my camping stove in the living room. This place is only a rental, but I still worry about the wiring because the building looks older and I’ve noticed the lights dim whenever the fridge kicks in. I wasn’t sure who to call in Hope and it felt sketchy just sitting around knowing something was off. The landlord said he’d “look into it,” which didn’t exactly make me feel safer.
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Funny how little things in daily life can flip your mood so quickly. You go from a quiet evening to total panic because of some random noise or spark you weren’t expecting. Makes you realize how many parts of a house you just take for granted until they suddenly don’t work. That split second where your brain races ahead imagining the worst is such a strange rush.