So my mind has been wandering of late. Mom says that it's just a nesting instinct, but it feels stronger than that. I've been thinking about window and trim, about what to build the floors out of, about roofing material and skylights. A space, a small space to call my own.
I wrote a couple of years back about my growing interest in Tiny Houses. Studios on wheels. I figured that the obsession would soon pass, but as I'm a farmer graduate student in recovery from living in a very small tent at the top of the world, my mind has begun to wander. And where have I wandered in my finals week procrastinations you ask? Why google image of course.
Candyland for creativity, filled with a world wide movement of tinyhome pioneers, rife with photos.
I've begun to enroll my home building family members in my story. As one set of my parents sign the papers on a new house with thousands of square feet to decorate, I muse about the freedom of no furniture, little dusting, no frills. I aspire to park my house in the footprint of their garage. I never rebelled in my teenage years- perhaps this is my form of uprising. Except, in my mind I've designed the uprising to be one that brings me closer to my family- Oh yes, and it's very very tiny.
The photos are of the Martin-House-to-Go, a spin off of the popular Tumbleweed design.
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