Each morning, I rise with the sun to shape my dream—a two-storey wooden villa nestled among tall pines and wild meadows. The scent of sawn cedar fills the air as beams are lifted into place, strong and true. Upstairs, large windows frame mountain views; downstairs, a stone fireplace anchors the living space. Every nail, every plank, is chosen with care. This isn’t just construction—it’s creation. I sweat, plan, and sometimes stumble, but each step brings peace. This villa is more than shelter; it’s a sanctuary built by my hands, where future echoes with laughter, warmth, and the quiet joy of belonging.
