"It’s not just a room," she whispered, scrolling past a perfectly curated Japandi-style living room on Apartment Therapy . "It’s a vibe."
"Okay, 70/30 rule," she muttered, channeling an interior design blog she’d just read. "70% neutral base, 30% insane personality."
The screen of Maya’s laptop cast a soft blue glow on her plain beige walls, the only witness to her obsession. It was 2 AM, and she was deep in the digital rabbit hole of , hunting for the soul of her new apartment.
Next, she jumped to Etsy , looking for "unique handcrafted items" that screamed personality, finding a macramé plant hanger that felt just right. But a nagging feeling told her she was playing it too safe. She wanted maximalist , not "just added a plant."
