There is something about being in a space so small that brings me peace of mind. The clutter and careless goods are removed. I live out of 2 weeks of clothing for months (yeah... I smell). My fridge is a cooler and the actual fridge is a storage area. I wake up stoked to drink tea to enjoy the cool mornings and cook dinner with the sunset on the horizon. My hair turns into a crazy mess that I learn to love. I don’t even have a mirror which I should probably get. Desert mice become my worst enemy and warm beer is always waiting for me on the counter. It’s not for everyone but it is for me.
It allows me to get away and find genuine gratitude in the day to day. Everything becomes a little bit 'harder' yet simplified. It brings me to the core of living. It’s a beautiful thing and I’m looking forward to getting back to it!
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