#homecore

There comes a moment in every obsessive home-planner's life when we realize something horrifying. Not everything in a home is marble countertops, moody wall sconces, and emotionally meaningful throw pillows.

Some parts of a home are… functional. Like septic systems. And while we were out here moodboarding ethereal lighting and screaming about beige undertones, somewhere beneath the ground a large tank of vibes and consequences is waiting.

Septic reality hits like a plot twist. You are scrolling softly, pinning ceramic soap dispensers, when suddenly you stumble on a sentence that ruins your day:

“Backups may occur.”

Backups? Of what? Hope? Dreams? No. Worse. Everything you thought disappeared forever when you flushed it.

This is the moment you realize the home is not a quiet sanctuary of linen curtains and curated coffee table books. It is a living creature with digestive issues.

And if you do not respect it, it will absolutely betray you.

Let us discuss septic care, but make it emotionally damaging:

Use water wisely Translation: stop taking hour-long mental-health showers where you rehearse arguments that never happened. The septic tank cannot support your emotional processing schedule.

Do not flush nonsense Yes, your ex deserved to be discarded symbolically, but flushing their hoodie strings, their handwritten notes, and your false hope will end in chaos. The septic tank will choke and you will deserve it.

Pump it regularly Ah yes, maintenance. The thing we pretend does not exist while manifesting our farmhouse-meets-Japandi dream life. You wanted cozy vibes, not literal sludge management. Welcome to adulthood.

Watch the drains Aesthetic kitchen moments become less cute when your sink rebels because you thought bacon grease “would just disappear like my self-control around throw blankets.”

Avoid chemicals Apparently you cannot just pour rage and bleach into every drain. The tank has bacteria and feelings.

And here is the worst part. If you mess up, septic punishment does not arrive quietly. It arrives Like A Horror Movie. It creeps up. It bubbles. It backs up like the universe saying “you thought you were above plumbing? try again, Pinterest princess.”

Yes, this is disgusting. Yes, it ruins the vibe. Yes, we still must face it because being a home person means embracing both aesthetic fantasies and the trauma of learning how wastewater systems work.

So plan. Plan your gallery walls, your built-ins, your perfect neutral sofa. But also plan to take care of the creature beneath your feet.

Because nothing kills a calming home aura faster than the sudden and catastrophic uprising of everything you thought left your body forever.

In conclusion, homes are beautiful mystical spaces full of dreams, inspiration, and sewage responsibility. Do not be the person whose vision board does not include real-world maintenance. A home is like a relationship: romantic, aspirational, terrifying, and occasionally full of things you have to… remove thoughtfully.