A Place of My Own

Is It Really Possible to Build the Life You’ve Been Dreaming About?

I’ve had this obsession with tiny houses 🌸 for as long as I can remember. They’re cute, cozy, and manageable for just one person. I’ve seen some as small as 200 square feet and others as big as 2,000—but for me, the perfect space is somewhere between 900 and 1,000 square feet.

I can get completely lost in a single image on Pinterest.📌 I’ll sit and stare at a cottage-style house with pastel tones and soft finishes and instantly see the whole place set up in my head—decorated, warm, and full of that calm, tranquil vibe I crave.

At 55, I’ve never owned my own home. That’s been hard to sit with sometimes. I’ve always dreamed of a space to call my own, somewhere to host friends and family, share laughter, and just be. I’ve worked hard all my life trying to make that happen, but it never quite came together.

I’ve always been independent. I don’t like relying on anyone else for my needs. I’ve been the one people came to for help, and it never bothered me—until I started looking back and wondering: “Who was there for me?” Truth is, a lot of people took advantage of my kindness. I didn’t notice it then, because I wasn’t expecting anything in return. But now I see it for what it was. And it’s made me more intentional with my time, my energy, and my dreams.

So here I am—with this long-standing vision that I’ve lived out in my head for years. I don’t just want to live in a tiny home… I want to share that experience. 💛 I want to create a space—a little retreat, a small community—where people can come to unwind, feel safe, and soak in peace and simplicity. I still want to give, just in a different way now. A way that also gives something back to me.

Everyone has emotions, feelings, dreams. Mine are tied up in this vision and my four chihuahuas—my little support team. I’ve never been married, never had children. I always felt like if I couldn’t fully take care of my own struggles, how could I ask someone else to carry them with me? So my pups became my comfort, my constant, my family.

I started this post with a question:
Is it really possible to build something that’s lived in your mind for so long?

And my answer?
Why not.

I’m 55, and I’ve never really done anything just for me. Why not now? Who says it’s too late? What do I have to prove—and to who?

I spent years burning out in retail, giving everything I had to a company that couldn’t even approve one simple request: time off to spend with my grandmother for what would be her last Thanksgiving. She passed five months later. 🥺 That moment stayed with me. It was the tipping point for me realizing I wanted a life that I owned, not one that owned me.💪

🌸 Sunday Cottage Escape is more than a name. It’s a feeling. It’s a reminder that something good still exists in the world. That we can create pockets of peace in the middle of the noise. That even if we’ve been knocked down, we’re allowed to dream again.

This is my dream. And now, I’m finally building it.