I am very good at completely changing my opinion on something – sometimes in the space a few seconds, sometimes in a few years.
Example #1: In college I remember thinking, “I could never date a vegetarian. I wouldn’t know what to cook for him.” A dozen years later I’m not dating a vegetarian – I am one myself. And can come up with plenty of great things to cook on any given day. But I reserve the right to change my mind again: A year from now, don’t be surprised if I’m a meat eater. Or a vegan.
Example #2: I thought for a while I wanted to live in a Tumbleweed Tiny House. One hundred twenty-eight square feet. On wheels. I even went to see one. With my parents in tow. And shortly after that decided I couldn’t live in one.
Or did I? One year after seeing my first Tumbleweed, I took a class called Building A Garden Shed. Because there’s a book that says you can build a Tumbleweed with just fourteen tools. So I thought I’d get an idea of framing and such. In class, I learned I have no interest in physically building it myself. God has given me many gifts. Working with wood is not one of them.
But I still find myself tempted to own a Tumbleweed. Especially when I read Tammy Strobel’s blog. She started by moving to smaller and smaller spaces, eventually transitioning to her one hundred twenty-eight square foot house on wheels. Think it’s too small for one person? Well, she lives there with her husband.
Yesterday I walked into a friend’s studio apartment. The bathroom is normal size. The main room is about double the size of the bathroom. I loved it. The closet thing threw me though – one was filled with the washer/dryer, the other with the hot water heater and such. Zero room to hang anything. I laughed when I realized a Tumbleweed actually has more storage space than this apartment.
Will I move to a Tumbleweed one day? Who knows.
There are a lot of people going smaller. Some of them then change their mind. And thanks to them, I can spend hours perusing Tiny House Listings.