THE BEGINNING

In the beginning, there was light.
Not a plan. Not a house. Not a clear vision of the future.
Just light — resting briefly on the landscape — and a quiet feeling that we should stay.

We searched for a place for a long time.
Not efficiently. Not quickly.
For almost ten years, we crossed the country back and forth, carrying maps in our heads and doubts in our pockets. We were looking for what people often call the perfect plot — though over time we learned that perfection is an exaggerated word.

All we needed was a field. A meadow. Space.
No roads cutting through it. No cables buried underneath. No institutions nearby. Just land, silence, and room to breathe. A hectare of openness with a view. Nothing more.

Patience paid off.
We found a meadow. And a few bonuses you won’t find in any official documents.
One of them was the sunset.

We won’t pretend we didn’t hesitate. We did — deeply.
After enough disappointments, caution becomes second nature.
But be honest: could you really say no to a place where every evening ends like this?

It was a small thing.
And at the same time, the decisive one.
The moment the light chose for us.

This is not where a house began.
This is not where containers began.
This is where a story began — one we’re allowing ourselves to write slowly.

Six Blocks is not a blueprint.
It’s a record of a journey.
And this is its first chapter.

To be continued…