A week ago, a friend invited me to help build her home.
I’ve been working on it for two weeks.
I’ll tell you what’s been going on:The wooden fence and the wooden gate are just a couple of the things I’ve learned during my time in India.
My family and I moved to India in 2012 after living in the U.S. for seven years.
The family and we lived in a two-bedroom house in a small town in western Uttar Pradesh, but we also rented a small room to our relatives in a nearby town.
It was an odd arrangement: A family in India has two rooms and a room in the house.
The room belonged to my mom, who died in the family’s home, and my sister-in-law, who was in the hospital.
The house, the two rooms, and the hospital bed, which was her bed, were all in the same house.
I didn’t know what I was going to build.
I figured I’d build something out of my mother’s belongings.
The only thing that stood between me and doing that was the wood flooring.
In the U, wood is very common.
My mother and I were working with some neighbors to build our own wooden house.
My friend’s parents wanted us to make it out of wood, too, but I was skeptical.
I went back and forth about what kind of wood to use.
I asked friends what they thought was the best kind of tree, and we said they didn’t really know.
Then I started to realize that the wood was really important.
I was so proud to be the first Indian woman to build one.
My friend and I made a few adjustments, but the final decision was made a week ago.
My mom’s husband wanted us a single-story, wood-framed house.
He wanted it to look more like a traditional wooden house, but it had a modern feel.
The two floors were just wood and concrete.
The family was surprised to see the wooden house was ready to go.
It’s so small that it looks like it’s just a piece of furniture.
When I saw the first-time house builder building a wooden home in India, I was like, “Oh my gosh, this is crazy!”
I had been working for a few months to learn how to make wood cabinets and cabinets, and I had to go back to my mother-in‑law to learn that.
Then, I found my friend’s family and friends and began to make the first wooden furniture.
I used a small piece of wood from the floor of the house, and then I made some pieces from a tree trunk, and a piece from the roof of the home.
My family loved it, too.
The first time, the whole house was a bit of a mess, but this time, it was just a mess.
I’ve worked for months to make these wooden cabinets.
Every time I put them together, I feel so proud.
The first wooden cabinets I made were so good that they made the family proud.
They look so much like old-time woodworking equipment.
The walls were a bit rough, but my mom loved them.
It made the house feel new.