Serendipity: The occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.
Since moving to Our Little House in 2007, life has been a series of serendipity. When my husband, Dale, and I moved from our 1,100 square foot home in Kansas City, Kansas, we planned on building another similar-sized home and using the 480-square foot cabin as my office and guest house.
The recession hit and Dale was laid off. We put our plans on hold, but after living in Our Little House for a year, we decided it was actually a good way of life. It took less time to clean and maintain and we were actually enjoying our lives more.
I used to say we were “accidental” tiny house dwellers, but now I know nothing happens by accident. We were “Living Large” and this is the way our life was meant to be lived.
Dale and I and our band of sometimes up to six rescued dogs made a happy life and in 2009, I created this blog to share our Living Large adventures.
Unplanned events aren’t always happy. In 2018, Dale suddenly died of a massive heart attack. We began dating when we were teenagers, together nearly 40 years, and married for 32.
Now I had to make “Our Little House” “My Little House” – well, sort of – I still have our rescued fur babies.
It was tough. We lived a lifetime together and built a great life and if we’d lived together until we were 100, it wouldn’t have been enough.
But I learned how to turn our dream into my dream and continue the adventure.
I invite you to come along with us. Be surprised.
I promise to still write about the joys and challenges of living in a small home, especially with fur kids. I will likely sprinkle in some recipes and mix in some of the challenges – and victories – of managing the homestead of almost 10 acres alone.
It’s still all about serendipity.
