In just 90 days, I transformed a quiet forest clearing into my dream home. Starting with nothing but a chainsaw, hand tools, and salvaged timber, I felled trees, milled planks, and raised walls under open skies. Rain, blisters, and sleepless nights tested my resolve, but each sunrise brought progress. By day 60, the roof kept the rain out; by day 80, a stone chimney warmed the single room. On day 90, I lit a fire in my hearth, steam curling into the twilight. No permits, no crew—just sweat, stubbornness, and the deep satisfaction of shelter built by my own hands, nestled among the pines.
