Small Things, Big Things

I woke up this morning feeling insanely grateful. I had just done all of the laundry yesterday and the bed was covered with fresh sheets and clean blankets. The nook (what we lovingly call the cab over bed area) felt so cozy. Big fluffy snowflakes were coming down outside of the windows. Hops was enjoying himself being absolutely ridiculous in his quest for snuggles. I just laid there for a good long while basking in the warmth of the blankets and that feeling in my chest of being perfectly content and loved.

This little rolling home has been feeling more and more like it’s exactly where I should be. Living this way feels better than I can express in words. I love waking up next to the person I love the most every day. I love flipping the heat on in the morning and walking outside with the dogs while the air is brisk. I love drinking coffee with the shades up as the light pours in. I love how what used to feel like a small space, feels huge. The things I need have shrunk, and it feels empowering, liberating, and it makes the possibility of living this way for longer than I had expected feel even more possible.

I recognize that getting to this place has been a journey of extreme privilege and some luck. It’s also been hard work, big leaps, and a shift in perspective. Living small is much like building a habit. It takes time for it to feel normal. It takes practice changing your pace. The more you live in a space the more you recognize how to make the most of every single inch as well. It’s crazy to think that it’s already been seven months of living on the road - time has flown by and we’ve been able to explore places I never even knew existed.