Living Big In A Tiny House
The tiny house movement is something that I have been paying close attention to for the last while. It’s a big hit with me for many reasons. Of course, the house’s have a sort of quaint romanticism about them and the feel of a modern day Thoreauvian cabin, but it’s more than just that. I think what really appeals to me about Tiny Houses is that it forces us to evaluate the things that we bring into our lives.
So many of the words environmental and even social problems stem from the rampant overconsumption that is prevalent in our society. Especially for the last years I have tried to be conscious of all the material things that I bring into my life, yet I still somehow manage to continue to amass a whole array of items that I don’t use, don’t need, don’t especially want, and when I try to think about it, can’t remember how I got. Then again, I currently live in a space that is conducive to being filled. Bookshelves begged to be expanded and window sills cry out for adornment. A tiny house forces us to become mindful of everything that we bring into our lives, as in such a small space, everything get’s noticed.
Freedom is another reason I have decided to make the change to a more downsized life. I don’t just mean the ability to move around and take my house with me wherever I go (which don’t get me wrong, is a huge plus), but also the freedom from stress, from the economic constraints that are placed upon me through rent and the ideas of mortgages and traditional home ownership.
While many other people my age are happily buying their first homes and signing the next years of their life into fixed term mortgages, I look around and see a less stable world. I see economic troubles on the horizon, mixed with social unrest and the inevitable conclusions of an unsustainable way of life. In my life time I’ve only ever really known a housing market with steadily increasing capital gains and most people entering the market taking it as a forgone conclusion that they will, in the end, profit from their decision to commit. Still, I know it hasn’t always been this way, and my mind harks back to imagine what it would have been like in a past error when the people who were in debt, lost everything.
That’s why I also see a Tiny House on wheels as safety. It’s small, but it’s a home. One that can be owned free of debt, and thanks to it’s ability to be mobile, free of the need for land ownership. It’s a home that will always be there for me. There may be times in my life when I outgrow it and need to expand, but still, in the wake of any economic misfortune, it will be a warm, dry, comfortable and indeed beautiful place to rest my head at night.
It will be constructed beautifully out of natural materials and filled with all the things that I need. Not more, and not less and I am so excited to begin building. Still, as excited as I am about the house itself, I’m even more excited to discover the wonderful opportunities and experiences and people that it will bring into my life.
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