Front Porch Light

One of the things I noticed right away at my Tiny Resort was a pair of night lights blinking a red line across the gates. It was during April’s full moon and Tiny Estates had just opened. The lights blinked to the beat of my heart, and although I was the only guest, I didn’t feel as alone as I needed to if I was going to dance naked under the full moon. There were also no curtains in The Journey, which has since been rectified. And so I danced naked in the shower and then treated myself to the thickest white towels I’ve ever seen.

All the units have fluffy white towels and flushing toilets. They also have a porch light, although each is controlled at a different location on the switchplate.

I find a symbolic comfort in the ability to welcome potential neighbors with the flip of a switch. My porch light in Harleysville is never on unless it’s Halloween. This is so far from the vision I had of my home life that I sometimes turn it on for ghosts of the past that needed shelter and were forced to look elsewhere.

I have a wish list for my tiny home: a first floor bed, a bedside light, an adequate sized refrigerator and a porch light.

Author: lessmuch

shoving a hoard into a tiny house

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