When I take the trash out and I turn around and see my tiny house with the light in the window and the banana leaves arching over the driveway, my heart just squinches up with happiness and I gasp at my good fortune.
My house. I don't even own it, but it makes me so happy to have this little haven on earth.
I can smell the ocean from here. I can hear my neighbors playing happy Mexican norteno music. I can walk in and see my dog sleeping on the couch drumming her big feet in time to a doggy dream.
A roof over my head. A cozy bed. A big old 1940's gas stove.
I am thankful for this particular spot on the planet. I make my life here, and I appreciate every day of it.