The Tiny House I'm Still Grieving

The house that set the standard for me, and I'm not talking about good bones.

There’s this thing I do sometimes. I typically take my husband along for the ride too. We’ll be sitting in our bigger house. The one with the dishwasher and the extra bathrooms and the garage with actual storage. (The garage was maybe the catalyst for the move. We have a lot of outdoor toys and tools. If you ask my husband, he would say he dreaded the s…