Wednesday, March 5, 2014
Invasion of the Tiny House People!
Yes. I am one of those. I am a Tiny House Person.
The more I consider moving on to the next phase of my life, and the more I reach out to others who are doing the same, the more I realize that we all have so much in common. Hipsters, hippies, mid-lifers, empty nesters, single or married; we're all a little nuts about our projects and spaces and this movement. (Or a lot inspiring, depending on your perspective.)
So I ask.........Are you a Tiny House Person?
Is your husband, wife, girlfriend, guy friend, significant other, roommate, sibling, or daughter one too?
How would you know if your life is being invaded by these crazy people?
Three Ways to Tell if You, or Someone You Know, is a Tiny House Person
1) We envision a life, much different, than our life now - Some, dare I say the majority of people, are OK with doing things as they've always done. They don't risk a lot, dream a lot, live a lot, or push themselves beyond their comfortable boundaries. They key word here is "comfortable". Pushing oneself is distinctly uncomfortable, unfamiliar, and down right scary. Tiny House people are not like most people. Those same concepts that make other people sweaty-palms nervous; we find exhilarating, empowering, and exciting. We network, email, blog, surf, meet, write, and drink over unending conversations about all things Tiny and simple. (sometimes at the expense of normal conversation with normal people about normal concepts like movies, and movie stars.)
2) We see things not for what they are, but for what they will be - I drove by a pallet factory not far from my house today and saw a house sized dumpster, full of cast offs, presumably going to the chipper. What did I see? Siding!!! Tiny House people see an old galvanized watering can and think "Showerhead!!!!" We happen upon a picture of a pile of wooden milk crates in the free section of craigslist, and visions of kitchen shelves dance in our heads. We use materials nobody wants, and repurpose cast offs so they can live a new life. (Sometimes, however, we butt heads with The Collectors. I'm still trying to get My Love to give me his vintage ski poles, complete with weathered leather and bamboo baskets, to use as curtain rods.)
Vive la différence!!!