I'm wondering how many of you have heard about the Tiny House movement? You haven't? GO HERE and learn all about it. I stumbled onto it through the documentary TINY - where filmmakers Christopher Smith and Merete Mueller document their experience building a tiny house. It was pretty cool and I was immediately attracted by the intimacy of such a small, self contained space..... until my little reverie was interrupted by the the extremely loud burst of music from the other room reminding me that I ALREADY LIVE IN A TINY HOUSE....sort of.
What I live in is a tiny apartment. It was tiny when we moved here 15 years ago and got a bit tinier when the two cats came to live with us, but it got slightly bigger when there was only one human living here in the bulk of the in between years. But now it is back to two of us again, cozy was how I described it - until the boxes came..... all of it work stuff, most of them never opened, all of it important but at the same time, demanding their fair share of floor space. They won't be here forever, at least that is what I keep telling myself and at the same time, I marvel at how big the place is going to feel once they are gone, but it is only halfhearted.
Saturday last I was up at the farm and I set in the family room and luxuriated in wide open expanse of space and delighted at the ability to simply walk across the room without a maze-like effect, and I didn't want to go home. Until the text came....an obscure note eluding to a problem with the boxes and the inability to breathe. Turns out he decided to wrangle the boxes into a more efficient order. He did a great job. I was amazed at how just a foot here and there of open floor space makes everything seem a little bigger!
What I live in is a tiny apartment. It was tiny when we moved here 15 years ago and got a bit tinier when the two cats came to live with us, but it got slightly bigger when there was only one human living here in the bulk of the in between years. But now it is back to two of us again, cozy was how I described it - until the boxes came..... all of it work stuff, most of them never opened, all of it important but at the same time, demanding their fair share of floor space. They won't be here forever, at least that is what I keep telling myself and at the same time, I marvel at how big the place is going to feel once they are gone, but it is only halfhearted.
Saturday last I was up at the farm and I set in the family room and luxuriated in wide open expanse of space and delighted at the ability to simply walk across the room without a maze-like effect, and I didn't want to go home. Until the text came....an obscure note eluding to a problem with the boxes and the inability to breathe. Turns out he decided to wrangle the boxes into a more efficient order. He did a great job. I was amazed at how just a foot here and there of open floor space makes everything seem a little bigger!
Please note - none of the tiny houses I saw on the internet were crooked, and neither is my apartment, I just felt the old nursery rhyme fit as a title.
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