The House on the Edge of the World
Lena had always felt like she didn’t belong. The city, with its noise, crowds, and relentless pace, drained her soul. She dreamed of silence, of waking up to nothing but the sound of waves crashing against the shore. But life had other plans, keeping her trapped in a cycle of expectations—until one day, she decided she had enough.
She sold everything. The apartment, the car, the designer clothes that never made her happy. With what she had left, she bought an old shipping container and transformed it into her sanctuary. She found the perfect spot—a lonely cliffside, where the ocean stretched endlessly before her, untouched by the chaos of the world.
Building the house wasn’t easy. She worked tirelessly, shaping every inch of it with her own hands, fighting against the doubts that crept in at night. People called her crazy, said she’d regret it. But the first morning she woke up to the sight of the sun rising over the water, she knew she had done the right thing.
Now, every evening, Lena sits on her deck, watching the sky melt into the sea. The wind carries the scent of salt, the waves whisper stories only she can hear. She has no neighbors, no deadlines, no pressure. Just her and the endless horizon.
She didn’t just escape. She finally found home.
