Same bed, New surroundings

When we first moved into our tiny home for this adventure, I worried about creating stability for the boys. Would it be strange for them to sleep in a new place each night? Would they be worried or scared or confused or not feel like they were "home"? Quickly realized that our tiny home, with the curtains shut tight each night, was the same place they were sleeping every night. We are all crawling into the same exact bed, the same comforts of home, surrounded by the same 4 walls, sleeping under the same heavy blankets that make someone feel the safest. 

Travis and I often crawl into bed at and quickly wonder where we are. Are we on the beach? Are those ocean waves we hear? Did we bring in all of the food? Are there bears in this area? Are we surrounded by redwoods or are we in the middle of a desert? Are we in my parents driveway? We have these same feelings when we wake up each more also. Where did we just sleep last night?

It's an odd feeling, but also a feeling of such freedom. Where we can decide the surroundings beyond our walls of our tiny home and be anywhere.