Saturday, September 20, 2014

My Not-So-Awesome, Totally True, Firsthand Experience of Living in a Tiny Home

Apparently, it's a thing these days to trade in big houses for an insanely cheap and efficient "Tiny Homes." At first Pinterest glance, these luxurious micro houses look tempting. 

Seriously...



…who wouldn't want those cozy lofts and those sweet operating costs!

Let me tell you something. I lived in tiny homes before they were cool. Granted, they were never "Pinterest perfect," but they were tiny, and they were home. My family didn't have a cute name for them though. We just called them what they were, "storage sheds."

When I was small, I lived in one such "tiny home" with my parents and a brother. I'm too young to remember much. Mostly, I remember lots of mud. I remember cramped quarters and spending a lot of time outdoors. I know my mom cooked outside, and I don’t remember having a toilet or much light in there. Sometime after that, when there were several more of us kids running around, we had a slightly larger "tiny home." 8 of us lived in portion of a house we were building. The portion we lived in was eventually supposed to be the kitchen and dining room. Instead, with temporary plywood walls in place, it served as a fully functional 2bed, 1bath family dwelling. It was complete with a kitchenette, and a corner for a couch, but it eventually it did what tiny houses do. 

It got crowded. 

After one of my brothers married and left it vacant, I got to move into the storage shed in the front yard. It was insulated. It had electricity and an air conditioner in one of the windows. Dad was (and still is) a great carpenter. So, it was very comfortable, much more comfortable than sharing a room with my four youngest siblings. I had just enough room for a twin bed on one side, a bookshelf on the other side, and a tiny little rug in between them. I rigged up a curtain rod in one corner and leaned a tall mirror up against a wall to make a “walk-in” closet. It was my very own tiny home! I camped there until I traded it for a dorm room.

When I married, I got to upgrade to a 1 bedroom apartment, and later to a 3 bedroom house. Goodness! That was a wonderful change, but let me tell you the been-there-done-that-got-the-t shirt truth. You certainly don't need much to live well. In fact, you actually need a whole lot less than you might be comfortable admitting. However, it's possible to go overboard trying to prove a frugal point. You don't have to make yourself a claustrophobic martyr to promote a spirit of gratefulness. 

If you have too much stuff, get rid of it. If your electric bill is too high, start turning off some lights. If making changes and sacrifices for a more financially responsible life means trading your big house for a smaller one, do it! Live frugally. Live simply, but for your own sanity, downsize responsibly.


1 comment:

  1. There is always Amish living. I like the simple life they live.

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