I’ve been thinking about the nest, now that mine is half empty. What’s necessary and what’s just a pain?
This circular bit of thinking keeps me fantasizing about all sorts of things. In the past week, I’ve (imaginarily) built a lake house, moved to an apartment, rented out the extra bedroom, and planted a grove of fruit trees in the front yard. What is wrong with me?
It’s a movement, the tiny house thing, according to Wikipedia. Small environmental footprint, extreme economy, a home on a trailer that travels with you. Less is more. A lot less is a lot more. Does that mean that nothing is everything? I can go all the way with the imaginary thinking these days.
For some women I know, the tiny home is a kind of wishy dream. A turtle shell of sorts—just hook your house to the back of your car and off you go, not a care in the world.
Is it a vestige of childhood, when we craved a playhouse? A room of one’s own in a life where no such thing is possible? Is it actually about sustainability and the small footprint, or is it simpler than that? Do we just want to bug out?
Honest Home podcast has a good interview with an architect who built her own tiny house for interesting reasons. Meet Vina Lustado in this episode. You can also take a tour of her tiny house, which is of course the first thing I did when I came upon this podcast. Highly recommended.
Of course, we’re not seeing Vina’s tiny house on an average Tuesday. Beer cans and Cheeto bags all over the place, you know it.
What if I could just hook my house on the back of my car? I’d miss my ungainly, unwheeled house so much. A friend once told me that a house is the exoskeleton of a woman. What about that? I like having an exoskeleton with a basement.
Does anybody know a tiny house dweller? I would love to hear about it. They can come plug in at my house anytime.
PS Also highly recommended: Portlandia’s classic take on tiny houses.