Blog Post 13 - The Power Of Manifesting: How the Perfect Home in Pisac Found Me
A bit later than originally planned…. But here it is!
The past few weeks in Pisac felt… intense. Beautiful, yes - but also challenging, as I wrote in my previous blog. I felt unsettled, tired of not really having a real place to land. I didn’t really like the apartment I was staying in; the light wasn’t great and the energy didn’t match my soul. It felt like I was floating around without a place to land, rest or recharge. Yes, I had a bed to sleep in, but that was about it.
And then, suddenly, everything changed.
Things aligned so quickly and perfectly; I’m still in awe.
A Walk Through Town to Process my Emotions - Feeling Unsettled and Craving a Home
One evening, after receiving the disappointing news that a place I really liked had fallen through, I felt quite sad - not just because I lost a potential rental, but because I was longing for a space to call home. A place where I could finally feel at ease. After moving around so much since May 2024, the craving a space for myself and not moving for a while had become loud.
Most people know me as the super-extrovert who’s always out and about, but I also have moments where I love being at home - chilling, creating, grounding. For that, the energy of a space is everything. I don’t feel at home just anywhere.
That night, after dinner, I wandered through town. I walked slowly, observing the houses I passed, scanning windows and doors for any “por alquilar” (= for rent) signs. Somehow, I ended up on a very quiet street I usually never take. I looked up at a beautiful tall white house and paused - just for a moment. It did not have a sign. I remember thinking: “Oh… that’s a nice house. I’d love something like this. Something bright, peaceful. Something that feels like home. With so many new places being built, surely there must be the one for me somewhere…”
Just a simple thought. A quiet wish.
How The Perfect House Found Me
In the days after, I realised my current approach wasn’t getting results so I started knocking on doors asking for information on houses to rent, told everyone I crossed paths with I am looking for a place to rent and put another post in all the Facebook groups - hoping someone, anyone, might reply.
Only a few minutes later, a message popped up on Facebook. Someone said they had a place available, two bedrooms, two bathrooms, right in the center of Pisac, and a phone number. No price, no photos.
I replied instantly. The owner asked if I was in town and told me I could come see it straight away if I wanted. I happened to be on my way to grab dinner with a friend, so we decided to pass by the house first.
And guess what? It was the same tall white house I had stopped in front of the other night.
It felt a bit surreal - as if the universe whispered, “Here you go. You asked. It’s available.”
Meeting the Dueños: Warmth, Kindness, and Perfect Timing
Inside, an older couple greeted us with so much warmth. We instantly connected - laughing, chatting and feeling comfortable straight away. They showed me around the house: four floors, big windows, and light everywhere.
The layout was simple but beautiful: A kitchen and living room on the first floor, a bedroom with two big beds and a bathroom on the second, and a master bedroom and bathroom on the third, and then… a rooftop terrace.
A lot of stairs, but the house had an amazing feel to it. I loved it - yet I stayed cautious. They hadn’t told me a price yet. Anyway, as it was evening and dark outside, they suggested me to come back the next day to view the house in daylight.
Daylight Return
The next day, in the afternoon, after my classes and another house viewing, I walked back in. And… wow.
The light. The space. The energy.
The rooftop terrace took my breath away this time. The view of the mountains and sky, the fresh air - and the potential! I could already imagine turning it into my main outdoor living area, filling it with plants, inviting friends over for a BBQ, painting, dreaming, writing, doing pilates, or simply just being.
I felt a yes to this home. I could truly imagine myself living here.
But still… I didn’t know the price. When I brought it up again, they said they were looking for someone responsible, and steady - someone who would love and care for the house. The place was nearly new, but had been damaged by previous tenants, and they were still fixing things. They told me they liked my energy, and invited me to come back that evening for coffee to discuss the price. They asked me to come with an offer.
That evening I returned with cupcakes from the bakery. We sat at the table with coffee, cupcakes and other snacks, and ended up talking about everything except the house for the first hour - We discussed so much else: their kids, their grandchildren, the Sacred Valley, Peru, travel stories, and their beautiful 45-year love story.
The connection felt natural and warm.
In the end, we discussed the price and came to an agreement.
Just two days later, on Saturday… I moved in!
Suddenly I had a home.
Moving In & Settling
Last weekend was a whirlwind. Hence my delay in posting this blog! I moved in, deep cleaned the whole house, shifted some furniture around to create a better aesthetic and flow. There’s something grounding about making a space your own - even if it means scrubbing bathrooms feeling high on chlorine fumes.
The house is still coming together, piece by piece. I’ve slowly been adding small essentials: a frying pan pan, some cutlery, a cutting board… and finally, a vase for my flowers. It’s funny how these tiny things make a place feel like home.
One unexpected highlight?
Doing my own laundry again! Laundry places here aren’t self-service - you have to trust someone else with your clothes - so having my own machine feels like pure joy!
Even though I’m still organising and decorating, I already feel more at home here than in any Airbnb I’ve stayed in over the past few months. The light, the calm, the spaciousness… and the rooftop terrace with its mountain views. There’s a peaceful energy in this house that aligns so beautifully with my own.
Inti t’ika wasi - house of the sunflower. 🌻
That’s the Quechua name I gave it. Because yes, that’s truly what it feels like.
How Magic Has a Way of Finding Us
It isn’t the first time magic found me.
This experience reminded me of many other times. One of them being my “Swiss pocket knife story” - an experience many years ago. A smaller manifestation, but just as magical. I once saw a Swiss pocket knife in a store in Grahamstown, South Africa. I wanted to buy it, but something told me “Wait one night. Think about it.” I regretted leaving it the second we left and told myself I’d buy it next time I would be in town.
When we got home and moved some furniture, guess what was laying under the cabinet we shifted? The exact same pocket knife. Same color, same model. Just… there. Waiting to be found.
Moments like this make me believe our bodies feel things long before our minds understand - that we’re guided towards what is already on its way to us somehow.
The Andean Wisdom
In Andean wisdom, the past is said to be in front of us - visible, known, already unfolding before our eyes. The future, meanwhile, is behind us - unseen, invisible, impossible to predict.
We can’t turn around and look at what’s coming. But we can feel it.
Our intuition becomes the compass that guides us towards what is already moving in our direction.
That night, when I wandered down a street I never take… when I stopped and paused in front of that tall white house without knowing why… my body was already aligned with the future taking shape behind me. I didn’t understand it yet, but I was already being guided towards my new home.
The past is in front of us - we can see it, it’s happening. The future is behind us - invisible to the eyes. We can’t see what’s coming. But we can fel it. Our intuition moves us toward what is already unfolding. That night I walked down a street I never take, I stopped and paused in front of this particular house, my body was already moving towards my new home.
Manifestation is not just thinking or wishing. It’s listening. It’s trusting your intuition - even when your mind bouts it, even when it feels scary or irrational.
It’s taking the next step with an open heart, trusting that the path will reveal itself as you walk it. It’s remembering that after every low, a new high will arrive. When it’s meant for you, it will find its way to you - often in ways you never expected.
A New Chapter in Pisac
How I came from heartbreak to where I stand now - I’m filled with gratitude. Gratitude for the timing, for the people, for the home that welcomed me. For the Andean energy, and for this beautiful valley giving me new opportunities and perspectives in life. Pisac was one of the many doors in front of me, and I chose to walk through it. Here’s to new beginnings - to having your own hot shower, to mountain views and to a home that feels like it was waiting for me all along!
And yes, of course I so now and then think by myself: “ O my god, what am I getting myself into now?” - but that as well seems to be part of the process.
Do any of my friends have such manifestation stories too? I’d love to hear them!
With warmth,
Kimberly 🌻