The seed of my glamping site was planted in 2022. For two years, I dreamed of different buildings and designs, sketching them in my mind. But when the vision finally took shape in July 2024, standing before me in all its glory, it felt like destiny.
Back in 2022, at 37, I reached a turning point. I’d spent my life living for others—proving myself to my parents with the right degree and job, pouring my heart into raising my children to be a good mother, and compromising as a partner to be a worthy wife. But that year, I realized the only person I truly needed to answer to was myself. It was time to chase *my* vision.
In my imagination, the land stretched wide with lush green grass, dotted with white buildings. Farm animals—cows, sheep, goats—wandered freely, evoking the serene beauty of a Mongolian nomad’s life. The site had to be unique, a true escape from the ordinary. A yurt wouldn’t work with the wind sweeping through the farm. Tiny houses felt too common, and tents lacked the strength and permanence I craved. Then, one day, while browsing online, I stumbled across domes—and I was smitten.
I traveled to Austin and stayed in a dome at a glamping site. It was perfect: fully equipped with hotel-like amenities yet surrounded by nature’s embrace. Outside my window, endless shades of green stretched into the distance, far from the city’s chaos. That experience sealed it—I knew domes were the heart of my glamping site. And what a brilliant choice it turned out to be.
Our site sits in a rural haven, where comfort meets the wild. I’m so proud of the outhouses and outdoor showers my husband built. Imagine showering beneath a transparent ceiling, gazing up at the trees, or listening to birdsong while you wash away the day—it’s pure magic. I love tending to the site, whether it’s cleaning, building fences, or mowing the grass. Under a vast sky with clouds drifting above, I feel small yet cradled by the gentle breeze and tranquil surroundings. The animals—my quiet companions—share their space with me, and though I’m alone, I’m never lonely. This peace, buried beneath a decade of studying, working, and caring for my family, has finally resurfaced and reclaimed my soul.
My glamping site is where I belong. It’s shown me who I truly am and reminded me that my life is mine to shape. I’ve poured my joy and passion into this place, and I love sharing it with our guests. They feel it too—the happiness, the escape—and that’s what matters most. Through this journey, I’ve found myself again, and I’ve never felt more alive.