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.
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.
