In December, Matt and I celebrated our fifteenth anniversary. It is crazy how fast those fifteen years passed by. To celebrate, we planned a trip to the beach. Alone. It has been SO strange. I really didn't imagine a trip alone would seem so foreign to me, but all day long, I have noticed the differences between an adult only and family vacation. You know what I am talking about.
It has been one week and one day since we officially ordered the house. They say it will take five weeks for it to arrive. Five weeks. It seems like such a short amount of time especially considering someone is building my house. But the time is going by ever so slowly. My nights have been plagued with dreams of what will actually arrive in four weeks. In one dream, I arrived at the lot to find a doublewide tiny house. Two of my tiny houses were sitting side by side on our lot and there was a door cut in the side of each one to connect them. In another dream, I was about to walk in the door for the inspection and as I peered in and cringed my alarm went off and disrupted what was bound to be a horrific discovery. I wanted to go back to sleep and find out what they did wrong so I could email the company and forewarn them, but that going back to sleep to finish a dream thing never really works out. And we all know how weird an email sounds that begins with the words, "I had a dream about some mistakes you made that you need to fix on my tiny house you are currently building..." Yeah. Ok.
Life has been dragging along as it always seems to do this time of year. There is a lull between the usual activities, the holidays have passed, and the weather...well the weather makes me want to sleep and eat. We have had lots of opportunities to spend more time together at home the past couple of weeks and it turns out we really like each other! Good thing!
One night I decided it would be a good idea to conduct some pre-move interviews to see if going tiny will live up to our expectations. I made sure I interviewed everyone separately and no one knew the questions beforehand. Look at it as research if you will. First up...Callan.
I am Chamie, wife to Matt; mom to Callan (14), Cooper (11), and