Friday night, we pulled into the driveway of our Arizona home. After three months in Montana and two days in the car, it felt good to be back. We were glad to be home, but it felt a little strange walking into the house for the first time. Everything seemed small. Or short. Or something. Leila and I felt it, but we couldn’t quite put our finger on it. I…
I remember that day in May of 1999 when the skies swirled green. I had never seen a sky like that, even growing up in tornado alley. It was the day of my Chemistry 2 final. A class I was barely passing, and needed to scrape by to get into the nutrition program. My future hinged on that test. As I crammed in one last session with the tutor, sirens…
Oftentimes I lament the fact that we live in a small home. I just want to be able to spread out. To decorate. To paint (we rent). Then I pull out the vacuum and remember how much I loathe cleaning. In an instant, I’m thankful we don’t live in a mansion. And suddenly I’m counting the blessings that come with living in a small home. -No storage space means regular…