Testing the Waters

When it comes to trying on a new lifestyle, I sometimes have to jump in with both feet and then dash back to dry land.  In this case, the idea of going tiny after accumulating enough machinery and paperwork to overfill a house, I packed my oversized vehicle and took myself to the mountains.  I saw exactly one tiny house on my adventure, but for a couple of weeks I lived in a hotel room, a cottage and a trailer.

First discovery: I can only stand my own company for a limited time.  It rained pretty much the whole time I was holed up in these places.  With wet sneakers and a fisherman’s hat, I found all sorts of places to mingle with humanity.  But once back at my homestead-du-jour, I had to turn on the TV to drown out any semblence of lonliness.  I was completely at a loss as to how to discuss anything with a chipmunk, moose, deer, bird, snake or squirrel.

Second discovery: your car can be a very large pocketbook.  At least half of the things I brought with me never left the vehicle.  Perhaps this is the reason I thought I might enjoy living in a tiny house on wheels.

Third discovery: No moose ever wants to hire you so that you can live in the middle of a blueberry patch in the mountains.  By it’s very nature as a vacation spot, nobody lives there in order to work.

Fourth discovery: no matter what you pack, there’s something you wish you hadn’t left behind.  This was pretty much expected before I even left for my trip, and likely the reason I still live in a home surrounded by things I might need someday.

 

 

 

Author: lessmuch

shoving a hoard into a tiny house

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