The Second Attempt

Everyone remembers the first try.
The mud.
The waiting.
The sentence we never thought we would say.

But there was a second one.

This time,
everything worked.

The road held.
The crane moved.
The truck arrived.

And the house finally found its place.

In a few hours,
what once felt impossible
became ordinary.

Water.
Electricity.
Waste.

All connected.
All working.

What remained
was quieter.

A terrace to build.
A kitchen to make our own.

Because some parts
you don’t outsource.

You live them.

And just like that,
it was no longer a project.

It was the beginning of a home