I wrote a blog post with a similar title when I was 5 days overdue with Felix in June. And here I am again, feeling kind of the same. 

It's been two years since we said good bye to our home and took the leap into tiny living in an effort to reduce our expenses and pay off debt. We accomplished our goal of becoming debt free and have been able to begin saving up to buy a home of our own. And now we're waiting. 


This journey has been fruitful and totally worthwhile, but it's also been tiring and frustrating. 

I've always very much tried to make the most of whatever situation I find myself in. I try to be positive and see the good. But I'm getting tired. 

We looked at a home this week. It's the first time I had a glimmer of hope that maybe a forever home of our own was within our grasp. House prices around us are insane and this was the perfect, unique little fixer-upper on a gorgeous plot of land. When we got there, we found it swarming with other potential buyers; buyers with cash offers, most well above the asking price. 

It was so discouraging. 



I haven't been posting a lot lately, although I have ideas of what I want to say. I feel like I'm 41 weeks pregnant and just want to hunker down until a change comes. I'm tired of the waiting and planning and dreaming. 

We're so grateful for the time we were able to live in our bus home and are so, so thankful that we're able to live in the suite now! I keep reminding myself that we're setting ourselves up for success, we're debt free, cash flowing Austin's education and saving up to be able to purchase a house in our price range. 



But nevertheless, I'm getting tired of waiting.