What had Happened was...

It all started a few years ago when we decided to go on a trip to Rosemary Beach, FL. It was then that I realized I did not want to live in Louisiana for the rest of my life. New goals were made. We decided we want to retire in Rosemary Beach. That goal would require lots of planning. 

In the meantime, a new show came on tv about living tiny. Surprisingly, that show was followed by multiple shows about this new intriguing way of living with less. At first, I scoffed at the idea. I mean...wasn't the goal in life to have a big house and nice cars?!?!?! Oh wait...that is the world's idea of success. But maybe, just maybe, success is more about what you experience than what you have.

​Over time, the idea of going tiny became more appealing to me so I started mentioning the idea to my husband. He laughed at me; however, persistence is my middle name. The next thing I knew HE was looking up tiny house plans and talking about where we possibly could build- ROAD BLOCK #1. 

We needed a lot with no restrictions in our current school zone. Yeah. Right. We did manage to find one lot but it wasn't in an ideal location and couldn't be sold unless other conditions were met first. So we set the idea aside...until we noticed some land down the street that was staked off. I convinced Matt, my husband who won't even call to order pizza, to go knock on the stranger's door and ask him about the staked off lot. IT WAS FOR SALE!!! IT HAD NO RESTRICTIONS!!! IT WAS IN OUR SCHOOL ZONE!!! Actually, someone was going to buy the lot but the deal had just fallen through. It was meant to be! ROAD BLOCK #1 diverted. 

ROAD BLOCK #2- We needed to sell our house. A couple of days after finding out about the lot, my friend, Lee, text me that she had to buy a house and be out of hers in 45 days. Hmmmm...... So I said, well why don't you buy mine?!?!?! So she came to look at it, was super interested, and we discussed a price! ROAD BLOCK #2, you don't have anything on this chick. 

So, Matt and I went to make an offer on the lot. And then the most unimaginable thing ever happened...
(to be continued because my 4 year old is out of her bed again and since we are in a small rental she cannot sneak out without me hearing her anymore)

The house we lived in for 8 years. Cooper was 2 when we moved in, Callan was 5, and Carys has never lived anywhere else. Goodbye, house. A big adventure awaits! Well, maybe not so big. 

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