Living alone in a remote dugout cabin, cut off from the modern world, tested both my resilience and resourcefulness. With no electricity or running water, every task—gathering firewood, filtering water, cooking meals—required effort and planning. The silence was overwhelming at first, but soon became comforting. Nights were lit by candlelight, and mornings greeted me with frost-covered windows and birdsong. Surviving off-grid reminded me how little we truly need to be content. In the wilderness, stripped of distractions, I found clarity, strength, and a deep connection to the earth.
