I got to have my first “Tiny Home” experience this past weekend!
I went to Denton to give a proper send off to a friend moving away. After a late night of dance parties, waking around the square, and lots of laughter, I figured driving home would just be too exhausting. I looked some places up on Air bnb about a day before the trip (I'm a pretty last minute person) and I found the cutest tiny home at a reasonable price! It was right outside of Denton and I have always wanted to try one out.
By the time we actually got to the home, it was almost 10 o’clock, it was dark, and it felt SPOOKY. The town was 15 minutes outside of Denton, completely empty, and Paul’s constant teasing and attempts to scare me were not helping either...
We decided if we were going to die, we might as well make the best of it, right?
Waking up the next morning, we slowly started realizing how lovely it really was. All of my thoughts of being on a milk carton in the “missing” section left my head as sunshine filled the woodsy cabin.
We cooked breakfast on the teeniest stovetop burner and enjoyed living life as simply as possible. We had only the bare minimum, but it felt like more than enough.
The bed was so comfy! It was up in a lofted area above the kitchen, but there was plenty of room so that you didn’t bump your head when sitting up.
I hope this inspires some people to get out there and stay in a tiny home— or a regular sized home, but wherever you go it’s the people who you take with you that really matter.
Next stop: HAITI!! Stay tuned. I leave in less than a week and it’ll be my fourth time setting my feet on the soil of the place I truly feel at home and the most alive.