I've been staring at the same residential cluster layout for forty minutes.
The proportions are fine, the circulation makes sense, the green space integration works.
But I keep adjusting it anyway.
Half a centimeter to the left.
No, back to the right.
Maybe increase the density slightly.
No, that throws off the parking ratios.
Back to the original.
I press my fingers against my temples.
This was already good yesterday.
I know it was good.
So why does it suddenly feel inadequate?
*I expect you to place in the top three at minimum.*
Grandmother's words won't stop circling.
Top three.
Out of how many competitors? Hundreds, probably. Established firms with teams of architects, professional credentials, years of experience.
And me.
A third-year dropout with sketches and four weeks to compete against people who actually know what they're doing.
I grab my eraser and start removing the pathway I spent an hour perfecting yesterday.
It's fine.
I can make it better.
