WHY I LOVE SMALL SPACES

Me and my best friend, our family boxer, Coco

Although we all live on this earth together, each of us live in different kinds of spaces. Some of us live in large spaces and some small. I prefer small cozy spaces which may stem from the first home I ever  lived in.

Mom and Dad got married young. They were 19 and 20 years old and Dad went to veterinary school in Fort Collins, Colorado. A year after they were married, I was born. At the time, this little town of Fort Collins, Colorado, was just that, little. The year I was born it snowed 9 months out of the whole year. Right after I was born was one of the biggest and earliest snow storms they ever had. So this set the stage for staying indoors a lot.

Dad was a close-to-starving student, now with a wife and baby. They could not afford much. Luckily there was a small trailer park across from the collage campus. Dad and Mom thought this area was perfect for us as Dad got through school so they purchased one of the little trailers. Dad made a deal with the local bank to only make payments on the trailer in the summer when he could work more.

It was all of 25 feet long and 8 feet wide and was an old blue color. My parents' bedroom was on one end, barely big enough for a twin bed. The kitchen and family area was on the opposite end and my bed was in the wall in the middle. Mom's dad, my grandfather, built my bed onto the wall of this space right above the fuel line which would freeze when the temperature dropped 20 below zero. Dad thought I would freeze to death. He would have to crawl under the trailer, usually in his PJ's at night, using a small blow torch to thaw it out. He tried putting on electrical heat tape that was used for water lines, but they still froze. They thought they were living in a castle, and that was all I knew.

Dad's dad would bring us meat every couple of months. He lived  in Denver, not too far from us. This is when Mom began reading and studying her Betty Crocker cook books and learned to make all of her delicious dishes.

We lived in this home for four years, Dad, Mom, me, and my best friend, our boxer, Coco. My sister was born and they bought a new trailer that was 10 feet wide and 45 feet long. The best part was, it was a light pink color.

We were moving on up! 

To this day I prefer small spaces. They are simple, they are cozy and with the right organization and planning they can have everything you need, just as if you were in a big space. With these memories, small spaces make me smile and make me happy. 

USE YOUR INTUITION

Each day we go through life doing and fulfilling all that needs to be done. In doing so, situations arise, some good and some bad. In order to be happy we just have to laugh at them all. I am going to be sharing some of my situations in life with you and would love for you to share some of yours with me. Please feel free to comment here or reach out to me via email just to chat. 

The first situation I will share with you has the theme I have used my whole life: never go against your gut, or a more grown up term, your intuition. I rarely go against my intuition, but if I do, I either get sick or something not good comes of it. Not long ago, a situation occurred that made me realize there was more to it than I thought. 

Throughout my high school and college career, I used one paperback dictionary. Now, thirty years later, I have come to cherish it and call it "my baby". Ten years ago it broke in half. It had gotten a lot of use, so I didn't think much of it and I put it in a small plastic baggie to keep it safe. 

A few years ago, my husband and I decided to get a boat and were thinking of what to name it. Since using my intuition has been my philosophy for many years, we decided "Intuition" was the perfect name, but I wanted to look up the true definition in "my baby" before making the final decision. When I opened the dictionary it fell in half and a page that was cut in half fell out. I didn't think anything more of it than it was a shame "my baby" was getting old and breaking. As I started to look for the name, the dictionary happened to be open to the exact page beginning with "INT". As I looked closer, I realized the word "Intuition" was on the page that had been torn previously, right below the tear. 

WOW!

When my dictionary broke ten years before, this was a sign that I was supposed to use my gut, or intuition. Most of the time I do, but if I had realized this at the time, I would have paid more attention and not crossed that gut feeling I always get. This proved to me that it is more than just a feeling, and I haven't gone against it since.