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)
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!
Blessings!
