It was not an easy thing to decide, this staying put. I had thought if I hoped and believed and cleaned and prepped hard enough, selling this house couldn't help but happen. But it didn't. Although you hear a lot about people downsizing and realizing that they don't really need that McMansion, they still don't seem into the idea of 1100 sq. ft of epic adorableness. And that's what I have to offer.
And so that's what I'll keep. This house, while small, is like an art project. I painted and stenciled and planted and created vignettes like the one above out of digging through antique mall booths and family heirlooms.
And while it did hurt my feelings a bit (a lot) to have people turn their nose up at my little house and act like it wasn't even possible to live in this small of a space (although somehow we've managed to) it has also made me a little ( a lot) defiant. I will embrace the littleness. I will fill this house with more personality than any 2500 sq. ft house could even attempt to hold. I will realize that most people in the world live quite comfortably in homes this small or even smaller. I will be content that I am where I need to be and that dreaming of other homes and other people's opportunities don't do anything but hold me back and make me ungrateful for what I have.
I will be home in the Little House :)