After a recent conversation with my husband, I realized that our tiny house is the bastard child of these two very different dreams. Built on wheels, with a traditional facade and an interior with bits of modern design, the house is a confused byproduct of two goals and two lifestyles — and a symbol of my fragmented self.
Category Archives: tiny thoughts
Tiny House, Big Year
Living tiny has been a learning experience so far: in some ways, it’s exactly what I expected, but I’ve also been quite surprised by what each day brings — and what I continue to learn about myself, my preferences, and my limitations. Paring down and navigating in such a small space — 131 square feet — has reset me and pushed me to think about what I truly need and want. I’ve never experienced such a blank slate before, from which I can design and experiment with a different routine.
Introducing the Little One
Our tiny house is nearly finished, so I wanted to share a preliminary tour. It’s been a year-and-a-half since I first wrote about moving out of San Francisco, wanting to make changes in my life, and moving toward living in a smaller, simpler space.
One Landscape Does Not Fit All
Our tiny house, at 131 square feet, will simply be the innermost core of our world.
The Search
On Google Street View
We trace a map to our dreams
Along country roads
Trying a Location On for Size
Trying a location on for size in our tiny house on wheels.
Tiny Ruminations at the DMV
Thoughts on tiny living and towing while waiting at the DMV.
A Future With a Front Porch
Longing for a front porch, a space blending public and private.
On Home, Things, and a Tiny House on Wheels
On home, space, and the accumulation of stuff.