Last night, I found myself sitting quietly, looking around my home, and feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude. It’s not a mansion. It’s not a sprawling, multi-story house with perfectly manicured lawns. In fact, it’s a trailer. And I am not ashamed of that one bit—in fact, I am proud of it.

I hear so many people dismiss or belittle others simply because they don’t live in what society calls a “proper” house. I hear whispers, judgment, and even outright criticism about people “settling” for less. But here’s the truth: our trailer is ours. Every corner, every wall, every small nook is filled with laughter, love, and life. It’s where my family gathers around the table, sharing meals and stories. It’s where we celebrate birthdays, small victories, and even the quiet, ordinary moments that make life meaningful.

We are not less than anyone else just because we’ve chosen to prioritize our family over appearances, because we value time together over debt, or because we refuse to be “house poor.” A home is not about square footage, fancy finishes, or the zip code it sits in. A true home is measured in the warmth of the hugs, the joy of shared laughter, and the strength of the bonds that tie us together.

Sometimes I think about what makes our space special. It’s the way my kids run through the rooms without fear of breaking rules, how we can sit together on the couch telling stories late into the night, the way we decorate each corner with little pieces of our hearts. It’s the feeling of belonging, the certainty that no matter what the world throws at us, this is our safe place. Our sanctuary. Our home.

So to anyone out there who has ever felt ashamed of where they live: don’t. Your worth is not defined by a mortgage, a neighborhood, or the size of your house. Your worth is found in the love, connection, and support you share with the people who matter most. Celebrate the space you have. Fill it with joy. Make it yours in every way that counts.

For us, our trailer is a treasure chest of memories waiting to be made. It’s where we laugh until our stomachs hurt, where tears are comforted, where dreams are shared. Every day, it reminds me that home is not a building—it’s a feeling. It’s family. It’s love.

No matter the size of your house, never let anyone make you feel inferior. The real richness of life lies in the bonds we nurture and the happiness we create together. Our trailer may be small, but it’s overflowing with love—and that is what truly makes a house a home.