Hiding in a wooden house alone in the forest, I’ve found peace in simplicity. Surrounded by towering pines and the whisper of the wind, each day begins with fresh herbs from my garden and coffee brewed over the stove. I cook delicious meals—rustic soups, golden bread, and forest-foraged dishes—filling the cabin with warmth and aroma. With my own hands, I build stairs leading down to a hidden stream, crafting each step with care. The solitude fuels my creativity and heals my spirit. Here, far from the noise of the world, I’m not lost—I’m finally found, living deliberately, one meal, one step, one breath at a time.
