For three days, I’ve labored deep in the untouched forest, turning dreams into timber and nails. With each log notched and raised, my cabin takes shape—solid, simple, and mine. No power tools, just hand saws, an axe, and relentless will. I’ve gathered spruce poles for the frame, layered moss for insulation, and crafted a roof of birch bark and clay. Every sunset finds me tired but fulfilled, feeding the fire and sleeping under the half-built roof. This isn’t just shelter—it’s freedom. Alone in the wild, I’m not escaping life, but finally living it. Day four begins at dawn.
