Beautiful Words || October

Love grows best in little houses 

With fewer walls to separate 

Where ya eat and sleep so close together

You can't help but communicate 

Oh and if we had more room between us 

Think of all we'd miss 

Love grows best 

In houses just like this 

~Little Houses, Doug Stone 

I love my family, I'm not gonna lie.
We live in a small house, where privacy pretty much isn't a thing.
And sometimes I want to scream.
When I think of our big house where we lived for seven years, I get lonely for my home.
The place where I could hid from the world whenever I wanted.
But when it really comes down to it.
I'm thankful for our small 1948 house. True, I dream of building a new house cause this one is falling down around our heads and washing dishes by hand gets annoying and having my bedroom in the garage gets annoying and having only one bathroom gets annoying.
But the size of our house has brought us closer together as a family. And I wouldn't trade that for our mansion we once lived in.

This little 1948 house and I are going to miss our biggest sis. <3