I am reading a book by a woman who downsized from a three-bedroom home in the suburbs to a house no larger than a shed on wheels. The current home is teeny but has a lot of eye appeal and attention to detail. Amazingly (to me, anyway) this woman built the house herself. She did have substantial help from friends and a knack for procuring sustainable items such as some beautiful recycled wood and a quaint perfectly sized front door. She was also able to park the house in the backyard of some friends who live in a safe, residential neighborhood. For most of us, the transition from average size to teeny might be a little more challenging. I think there are many of us who find the tiny home movement fascinating, if not all out mesmerizing. Being a fervent admirer of natural beauty, I have always proclaimed that I’d rather live in a small house surrounded by acreage than a huge house hemmed in by other homes and a nonexistent outdoor area. My idea of entertaining lends itself to picnic tables, lanterns, a fire pit and fireflies. I have to admit I never thought much about scant sleeping quarters, how to rustle up the grub in the mini kitchen or potty facilities. My imaginings took me no further than a quaint, rustic abode with an adorable little porch all of it nestled right in the center of nature. The author of the book goes into a lot more detail including how she took her home from a pile of scraps to a cute and cozy cottage fit for a little lady and her demure dog.,
In order to make this scaled down environment livable, she had to let go of many possessions that if not absolutely necessary certainly enhanced the interior of her larger home. This is another appealing idea for me, at least 75 percent of the time. Yet there is still that 25 percent of me who drools over the largeness and opulance of a home with a huge kitchen and copper cookware hanging elegantly from hooks above a gleaming Viking stove. In this fantasy friends and family gather around a massive marble island, munching on appetizers with plenty of elbow room to spare. The lovingly appointed guest room is a welcome harbor for out of town guests, and the master bedroom sports a king-sized bed and an expansive wooden fireplace.
The lady in the teeny house has no mortgage and a utility bill that tops out at $8.00 per month. That is definitely not the case in my present home, let alone a spacious mini mansion is an upscale neighborhood like…say…Calabassas.
All in all it would probably be unrealistic for me to actually take the steps to be the owner of a tiny home. The only way it might be feasible is if one of my daughters and her family purchase the luxury dream house and allow me to live in my own tiny space in their oversized backyard brimming with fruit trees, pots of herbs and space for the adoring Golden Retreiver I’ve always wanted to own. Of course I would have access to the perks of the large house, the organic produce in the garden and the privacy of my own comfy cottage at night as I snuggled all warm and peaceful on my quilt covered organic cotton mattress under a canopy of stars. Then I wouldn’t have to decide if large or small is better. I would have the best of both worlds.