The first time I thought about living in a tiny home I was 14 years old. I was probably hiding in the shed out back from my sisters, and I looked around at the huge space and thought….I could live in here. Then I wouldn’t have to share a room with my sisters.
Over the years I never quite lost the idea of having my own place, my own room, and my own building that I owned and no one could tell me no to. But, alas, I have always rented. Always had to stick with the ugly beige carpets that stained within a week of cleaning. Always had to deal with stark white walls, and be okay with the white kitchen that got gross and stained more and more each year.
But it was cheaper to rent than buy, right? Well, yes and no. I was always okay with buying a place, paying morgage, ripping out carpets and putting in the work to clean it myself. I wasn’t able to, though. Houses are expensive, especially in our area. So I’ve often dreamed of taking a shed out to a piece of land somewhere, and just making it into my home. And there are really large sheds now that you could comfortably live in.
But we live in Washington, and tiny houses aren’t exactly legal here. They say it’s because of fire hazards, but we know it’s mostly because of real estate interests. But what can you do?
So now that Tiny houses are more common, and people are actually making them work all over the place, I’ve been looking into it again. I’d like to build one, but I want it to be comfortable for me, and Gregg. And that’s the trial here. We have very different ideas of what will work.
And that’s my five.