April marked the beginning of my part time tiny house lifestyle, and it was not smooth sailing, let’s just get that much out of the way. Trip Number One, to a small motel room in Amish Country, started two days late because of a delay in the delivery of a traveling scanner. April Fools Day probably wasn’t the wisest day to start a new life anyway. –
Lesson one: Be flexible.
Lesson Two: Expect your navigation device to get restless and fall asleep. A human, you can whack on the shoulder. When you’re driving alone, you’re stuck pulling over onto the shoulder just to make sure your device hasn’t lost interest in assisting you. Then you have to wait for a red sports car to cut over into the passing lane so you can actually get back on your journey.
Lesson Three: Do not pack more than your back can carry, and once packed, make sure your Stuff can’t slide around in transit. Twelve banker boxes full of paper sit quietly behind me going west. Eight banker boxes are far less cooperative going back east.
Lesson Four: Find a way to get your emails every day. Even a three-year perfect payment history will not protect you from losing your cell service while you sit at the side of the road trying to call AAA.
Lesson Five: Never assume that you can leave your Stuff in the vehicle until your next trip. Your son might get a job and need to haul his sofa to a new apartment.
Lesson Six: Plan for a lot of sitting. When traffic is slow, I have learned to blow bubbles out the window. For an extra advantage, the inevitable spilled soap is great for coffee dribbles. Keep water nearby for these laundry issues, as well as for thirst and medication. The smaller the bottle, the less likely you are to bump into the ceiling to get to the bottom of it.
The Biggest Lesson: Laugh. Whatever goes wrong will teach you something about yourself or the world around you. Sometimes both.