i own a tiny home.
world. my new babe
i promised you i would rise with the rumble, show up and refuse to play small.
so, it’s about time i share something with you- and in turn, i’m finally admitting it to myself.
i’ve always had a “bucket list dream” if you will. this dream sat on the shelf stuffed behind fear, stuck behind a fork in the road that turned left at the conventional path, road blocked by improper timing, clouded by left brain thinking and stifled by the can i really do this? the bucket got so heavy, it broke the shelf. i watched the created life pieces laid out in front of me and as i reimagined how they would romantically fit together- i listened to the call of my heartbeat guiding me home. when dreams become a reality, and reality becomes your dreams.
the bucket was filled with - " LAURA, take all you’ve learned and loved to live for, and do that. as a photographer and community developer build your portfolio, and take it on the road. live minimally to create space for what matters most. travel coast to coast canada to lean into people, and learn and share their stories. build capacity in community by creating opportunities for people to come together, thrive and rise in who they are and remember that my days are fuelled by sharing the power of human connection. .
so, i bought a bus.
a proud TINY HOME MOMMA.