What was lost…has been found!!!

If you read my last post, you entered into my great dismay about the loss of half of my coffee maker.

It was maddening. Quite literally.

I spent hours which turned into days turning this Tiny House inside out. I began obsessing about where that one piece could have gone.

I’m quite certain that there wasn’t a corner of THE121 that wasn’t touched.

I was so obsessed, that I am also quite certain that if you had any face to face contact with me, you knew my quest for the missing piece.

My co-worker and I were chatting and she suggested the “usual”

RETRACE YOUR STEPS.

Yep. Done.

Or had I?

And so, I grudgingly trudged home, to once again “retrace my steps.”

I stood in the middle of all 250 square feet of THE121 and prayed. True statement.

And as if, there it was the entire time…lights from heaven came down, the angels started to sing and the Hallelujah chorus was in stereo!

That one piece?

WAS IN THE COFFEE MAKER!!!

Now before you start to judge (which, if I were you, I would be doing right now…) the one piece had somehow become conjoined to the other piece. I still have zero idea how the coffee maker worked with the two pieces joined together, but alas, that’s above my pay grade.

So many lessons learned in this short (but what felt like eternity) quest.

• Breathe. I have a lot of cortisol.
• Cortisol disrupts your nervous system (I’m a trauma therapist)
• Ask a friend for help
• Don’t quit
• Sometimes you have to quit so you can start again
• Things can indeed get lost in tiny houses
• Jesus never quit looking for me

I love life.

Most days.