I am a woman, mom, architect. I create a space where it should be cozy. But not only in buildings - in the soul too. My biggest dream is to build a house filled with love. Because I believe that the biggest treasure in life is not about plans or drawings, but about the heat you feel when you come home.

We do it daily - getting out of bed, making decisions, trusting, silently suffering or sincerely rejoicing. But the biggest step is to open your heart for love. And even greater - leave it open when the time goes away, and the feelings will not be cold ... To love - not instantly. It's a choice. This is an internal movement towards. This is when someone becomes easier to remain silent than talking. When you feel in quarrels: I will not go. Because love is not only "butterflies", it is also endurance. And the desire to be around when it would be easier to leave. It is the warmth of the hands that keep you even when the world is shaking.

Self-expression as a strategy🎨🔥: how creativity helps you avoid burnout

Many people perceive boundaries as a sign of indifference. But for me, it is one of the deepest expressions of respect.

Which gives me stability during times of change and moving. Moving is not just about things in boxes.

Why success is not a peak, but the rhythm in which you live ⛰️🎶

Life between two worlds: how to combine a dreamy soul and an analytical mind 🌙📊

Femininity without decor: the quiet power of a gentle soul 🌸🕊️

It was an era of loud parties, spontaneous trips, nights when the whole city seemed like one big house, and there was an endless road ahead. In such moments, it seems that you are immortal, that the world was created to be explored and to try everything.

There are words that seem to have the power to change everything.

The same look: what the feeling of “he is mine” means to me

How one dress can change your mood and the way you look at yourself We all have that one dress. The same one.

The Art of Waiting: Why Patience Is Not a Weakness, but a Strength of Love

I grew up in a neighborhood where everyone knew each other by name, and grandmothers sat on benches from morning to evening.

This is not a story from a movie. This is just my life. Without drama, but with a reality that taught me not to break down.

There are cities that you don't just want to go to, but get lost in. For me, Krakow has become that way - even from a distance. I imagine myself walking along the old streets with a coffee in my hands, looking for something that has no name.

Honestly, I don't really know how to start such letters. Probably because I want to be myself - simple, alive, real... And not seem like some kind of "perfect picture" with beautiful words 🌸

I thought for a long time about where to start my letter... after all, how can I convey in words that I want not just to get to know someone, but to really find someone close in spirit? I hope I will be able to catch your attention - after all, I try very hard to write not just banal words, but something alive, real, from the heart 💌

Sometimes it seems to me that the warmest thing a person has is their home))😊❤️

At such moments, it seems that faith, like an invisible thread, should be what will support and make this world a little brighter, more fulfilling and understandable. But, despite all this, the heart continues to remain empty, and loneliness is like old, uncomfortable clothes that you do not want to take off, but you do not want to walk in them either.