a few thoughts...

I keep going over it in my head.

A bigger house is imminent right?

Is it the "American Way" to want more or am I justified?

Soon enough right?

Right?

Sure.

I'd like to think.

I've visualized my next abode.

I can almost reach out and touch it.

It will be equipped with a window over the kitchen sink overlooking the amazingly fantastic livable backyard, an overly large dining room...one that will seat lots of peeps comfortably...

no more nook...we're not a nook kind of family

...and most importantly a great school for my offspring to be enlightened.

Those are reasonable requests right?

Dear tiny house of mine,

Please don't take this personal.  I do love you.  I brought all 3 of my babes home to you.  We've grown over time and well you feel like you've shrunk.  You understand don't you?  Someone else needs you to make their memories.  I'll always remember you and will drive by you randomly for the rest of my life.  I do promise.

Love, the one who cleans you constantly.