No man is an island unto himself.
Even an empty nester needs a community; a tree or a branch or a rafter. Sometimes even a gilded cage.
When last we met, I was in one of my quandaries. Was I willing to give up my Stuff on an accelerated timeline in order to ensure a spot in a particular location?
Spoiler alert: sort of.
The dilemmas crept up on me and despite analyzing them one by one, what it boiled down to was a question of size. A tiny house, by most definitions, is under 400 square feet. If you have your own plot of land it can be a 20 by 20 garage. Generally speaking, with a wide load permit it might be 10 by 40. That was my dream for my circumstances, allowing me to live within my means without giving away all my hidden treasures.
Most of my items are in fact hidden, in 2000 square feet, because the house is full of things that were functionally necessary for raising three children who have now fled the nest and become capable adult humanoids on their own. They cannot be blamed for much of the clutter, since they brought most of it with them to their own nests. I lent my vehicle to all three of them this year to move from one nest to another.
The Forever Home in my head – and on graph paper – contained a hundred square feet of hidden storage for items I wanted to use on occasion but not daily….costumes, crock pot, sewing machine, sleeping bag, spare stationery, toilet paper, jewelry, mittens, sandals, shovel….all organized for easy access and quick return. If you love something, it needs a home, too.
When I was blindsided with the news that Tiny Estates could only handle a 28 foot unit, I was stumped. Could I risk losing the spot by waiting for a larger lot, or should I get something too small for me, be assured of the larger spot when one opened up, and be stuck with an extra house in a few years?
The Stepping Stone is in the design stages right now.