I knew this day was coming. But I didn’t expect it to be so hard to relinquish my very first apartment. I began to sit back and analyze my thoughts and feelings, because well, you know, I’m into all that emotional analyzing if you haven’t caught on by now.

This house. It was my haven. The place where I first experienced being “on my own.” Where I realized that I was still miles away from being able to cook like my parents. Where I learned how to live alongside someone (and that it is not always the best idea to start cleaning the kitchen at the crack of dawn on a Saturday morning.)

It was the place of dance parties (we still miss you palapala lights) and so much laughter. It was a place to be yourself, to be vulnerable, to admit your inner pain and woundedness, and let it all out with a good cry, some matching sheep PJs, and ice cream.

Here I discovered so many things about my own self: my desire to heal, my love for coffee, and how much I thrive off of a sense of control (and how much I still need to grow in the area of surrender). This little blue house has witnessed the beginning of dear friendships that I hope will last a lifetime. It has seen me ache, question, cry, laugh, rejoice, dance, and sing.

But this house would have meant nothing to me if it were not for the ones who laughed, danced, and cried with me. Thank you for making La Casita one of my favorite college memories. These grey couches hold countless secrets and memories, and I am deeply grateful for each and every person who stepped into the tiny house and shared life with me.

Although it hurts to close this chapter, I am overcome with joy at the same time. I really could not have asked for anything more, and I am so humbled at the goodness of all of the gifts this apartment has housed.

Tiny house living, you have been grand! I can’t wait to see who else gets to watch sad movies and cry with me, who else will be down for trying to make a living room fort, and who else will keep me from burning down the house in an attempt to make rice.

(If you are reading this, I would love to hear your favorite casita memory!) 💓🏡

(we had no idea what was coming !!)

With love always,



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