Right now it's a crazy rush of packing and downsizing, and wondering if I can live tiny or if I'm really just addicted to tiny house reality TV shows. Four hours were spent today sorting through clothes and rationalizing with myself why I needed twelve separate pairs of animal-themed socks. I'm happy to say that the more I let go, the lighter I feel.
The sheer amount of clothes I had was honestly horrific and the hardest part to downsize. The dreaded Trash Bag Mountain has been reduced to just two small baskets of clothes. A a bin of winter things will be stored away and I'll switch them out when the seasons change.
This pandemic has been hard to adjust to and makes everything feel so alien. I miss everyone and it's been pretty lonely at times. I'm grateful we found the tiny house refuge and hopefully it'll lift my spirits up again. I'm so excited for what this adventure will bring!!!
Until next time,
Dia