OK guys.. time to get this off my chest. I've been cheating. Yes, cheating, I've been going behind the back of my tinyhouse lifestyle and occasionally spending the night in *gasps" a 200+ sq ft hotel room. GAHHHH. MY LIFE IS A LIE. 

Just kidding, I feel no shame in this "Tinyhouse shame" tell all. So I like to take bubble baths and watch TV in a king size bed once a month, SUE ME.  It's not that I don't find comfort in my tiny house, that's not it at all. There's just something about hotels, man.... I freakin' love them. Subconsciously I think I may be supporting this bad habit because I feel that the Universe robbed me of the experience of hotel hopping when it so generously gave me a tiny house to live in instead of a park bench. What a bitch. (I hope you all get my humor or this is awkward)   

But really, airports and hotels are two of my favorite places. I guess I just love that energy. Energy of travel and adventure. It makes me feel at home and to me, that's exactly what a home is, it's a feeling. A feeling of comfort, love, and peace. When you're at peace with yourself, the universe is at peace with you. So come home to yourself, do what you love, be who you are, and feel what you feel. 

Blessings! 

Something I've realized about living tiny is that it truly does force you to be your best self. In 170 square feet of space, you don't exactly have many places to hide from yourself. Keep in mind, it is extremely easy to contaminate that small of a space. Fortunately, it's even easier to cleanse it. By being conscious and aware of the energy you allow inside, a tiny house can quickly become a tiny sanctuary.

 It's a beautiful thing to be that aware of yourself and your surroundings. I personally have become so much more comfortable with everything that I do and feel, which is exactly why I chose to move in the first place. It's easy to stay in one place and stay in your comfort zone, but I didn't want easy anymore. I wanted truth. I wanted to have no choice but to trust my gut and follow my instincts. 
So I was totally like "I'm gonna go be homeless out of a backpack because I'm a strong independent woman!!!" and the universe was all, "calm down crazy, here's a tiny house."  

The universe has an awesome sense of humor, so remember not to take life too seriously and to laugh at all the irony in your own unique journey. Keep dreaming, keep laughing, and keep believing. 

Blessings on another beautiful day! 

Since making my move to Florida my life has been continuously blessed with moments of synchronicity and serendipity. I had no idea what my life would be like when I moved, I had only trust. Trust in my life, my decisions, and more importantly, trust in the universe. 

Growing up, I thought that I would live that same one track life that everyone else seemed to be living. Be a good kid, go to school, get good grades, go to college, get better grades, go to grad school, get the best grades, and then you might be someone. And growing up, I really didn't see anything wrong with that. I was inducted into the national honor society, captain of my high school ice hockey team, had good friends, got into good schools with both athletic and academic scholarships.. life was good. 

I went to Franklin Pierce University of New Hampshire to play on their women's ice hockey team. That's how I made my decision because at 18 the only thing I knew I really loved was hockey. I majored in pre-physical therapy because at 18 it seemed like an awesome career. At 18 I didn't know what the world had to offer me. I knew my family, my friends, what I'd seen on TV, heard on the radio, or saw in my safe little town. 

In my one year of college, I became very distracted. I was just barely making it through my classes, I wasn't playing to full capability, I wasn't caring. I wasn't caring because quite frankly, I didn't care. None of it made sense to me. I didn't see the point in going to school for something I didn't love. I had no attachment to my major other than I liked science, working with people, and the idea of lots of money. WOMP WOMP WOMP. How sad. So when I went home for the summer it didn't take me long to decide I was NOT going back. I thought that there just had to be some other way, I couldn't imagine waiting for a piece of paper to start my life. So for two years I worked my butt off between 2 and sometimes 3 jobs to save up money. I wasn't even sure what I was saving for, I just knew I needed to figure something else out. 

The moment I started putting my whole self into my decisions and trusting the outcome rather than that same old one track path, I started seeing things in a different light. I realized I wasn't part of the universe anymore, I was my universe. My life was responding to me, rather than I responding to it. I no longer worried about my future or how good of a job I would land when I'm older, instead I worried that I wasn't being my true and best self. Knowing you are fully capable, fully deserving, fully loved, and full of love, being your best self is all you'll ever need to be, the rest takes care of itself, trust me. ;) 

 

You know sometimes living in a tiny house with my boyfriend makes me freak out. I mean, seriously freak the freak out. Somedays I blame it on the tiny house, somedays I blame it on looking at his goofy face all day long. But the truth is, I love them both. I love that the second I walk in the house I'm but two steps away from a welcome home kiss. I love that when I'm laying in bed, I can hear him singing in the shower. I love that we spend most of our time outside or on silly adventures. And I love looking at his goofy, handsome face all the time. 

I'm not gonna lie, I've thought about ditching the whole tiny house deal and moving into a cozy 2 bedroom apartment with a full kitchen and a nice big tub in the bathroom, hell, I've even thought about ditching my boyfriend to go back to my quiet, simple, tiny life. But my life just wouldn't be the same anymore without the two of them, so for now, I love my crazy crowded tiny life with my crazy annoying, amazingly hard working boyfriend. 

Okey dokey then, now that I've shaken off my insecurities of writing, it's time to write. 
I guess I'll start with a brief explanation of how the heck this Massachusetts girl ended up in a THOW (tiny house on wheels) in smack dab downtown Orlando...

The adventure started back in November of last year, when I finally built up enough courage to click, "book your flight". For $70 I had just purchased a one way ticket to Orlando, FL on February 9, 2015, my 21st birthday. I had no plan, no reason, and just enough money saved up. 

10 weeks. I thought that was plenty of time to figure something out. 

Well.. 9 weeks went by and not much had changed. I had no plan, no reason, and just enough money. Only 2 people knew about my escape plan. The only 2 people who's opinions seemed to matter, but with 1 week until my flight and no plans, even my brother and my best friend had their doubts and concerns. 

I, on the other hand, still felt pretty confident. Looking back it was mostly because of how naive I was, but still, it was so liberating not knowing what was to come of this crazy leap of faith.  

So with one week to go, I was just browsing on Tinyhouselistings.com, more so looking for an RV or some awesome pimped out school bus that I could cruise the country with. Most of these searches were due to daydreaming and were never seriously pursued. But this one day, one week before my life was supposed to really start, the first listing on the page reads, "TINY HOUSE IN ORLANDO. BEST LOT IN THE PARK"  

"NOOOO WAY!" is all that was going through my mind. "NO WAY, NO WAY, NO WAY!!!" I wasted no time at all and before I could even finish going through the pictures I was emailing, texting, and calling the number listed for the ad. I thought for sure this little treasure would be gone.  But at the same time, the second I saw it, I knew it was mine. It was destiny. 

Still waiting for a reply back, bouncing with excitement, I ran downstairs to my brothers room. "LOOOOOOOOOOK WHAT I FOUND! IT'S MY HOUSE, IT HASSSS TO BE MY HOUSE!" My brother took one look at it and shook his head... he took a step back and looked at me and said "I've seen this house in a dream".  

A dream.. that's what it all felt like.

3 days later, the house was officially mine. With 4 days left in Massachusetts, I finally let my Mom and Dad in on the secret. Oh, my poor parents.. luckily my whole life leading up to this day had taught them to expect surprises like this from me. 

February 8th, 2015 I cashed in my ticket, packed up my car, and drove 21 hours to my new home. 

I always feel funny when I write about myself, or anything for that matter. But that’s usually when the best things happen, when you feel funny. Going out of your comfort zone allows you to break free of your own boundaries. But who set these boundaries? Did you? Did fear? Or was it the opinions of others that convinced you to live inside this tiny, limited space of comfort? I don’t have any answers to these questions. But I do know it’s important to ask. 

So why the heck don’t I like writing about myself? Or anything? I should. I live a pretty rad life and I have lots of cool thoughts. So again I ask, what the heck, Universe!?

Poof. Just like that, I feel a little lighter, a little more in love with my words. The power of questions. By simply asking the question, I quickly, quietly, and instinctively reminded myself that I am perfect in my own unique ways. My words are guided and filled with good intent, love, and light.  

Ask simple questions and be open to the simple answers. 
Let go and let flow.