My days have gone into hyper-drive and are pressing me to accomplish goals because long anticipated deadlines are in view. The youngest graduated high school with high honors, family visited, there was a delightful home stay from my daughter who has been living in New Zealand and has now relocated to Colorado, and my house is up for sale. All of this adds up to “Go” time!
The goal is to be living full-time in the tiny house by September, which means I want to have the interior as settled as possible. I’ve lived in homes that were never quite finished (missing trim is always a common thread), and with the size of this house I am determined to completely finish it out. Since the last blog post there has been good progress.
I’ve been taking full advantage of the cool weather (hoodies in July!) and working as much as my body will stand because I know once the heat hits I’ll want to kayak and hike in the high country. My latest puzzle piece has been the storage stairs to the loft, which I constructed out of 3/4″ birch plywood. They are proving to be sturdy and solid, and a handrail on the wall should up the safety factor. The last step is designed so that I can sit on the loft edge and my feet hit the stair tread.
There is a surprising amount of storage in the little house and I will have everything I need and want. My current home is slowly but surely emptying out and I have been giving many items away in what I call the “Freebie Project”. The project caught the eye of Sandpoint Magazine and I was invited to write an article, you can read it on the last page of Sandpoint Magazine here.
I am committed to stay true to the minimal amount of items I choose to keep as I hope to never go through this process again! Eventually someone has to make decisions about what we have chosen to buy, store, and fill our homes and garages with. I’ve given away almost 200 items and made countless trips to the thrift store. Dump trips bring the greatest awareness the impact our consumption has on the earth.
Focus, determination and small attainable goals continue to propel me towards intentional living. The kids and I are all learning lessons about letting go. Letting go of childhood and becoming young adults, learning to parent in new ways, selling the house that has great memories attached to it for an unknown “new normal”. Letting go of job positions to focus on new work, it is definitely a season of transitions.
May your summer be filled with good books, good food, great company, adventure and a stellar nap or two.
This winter of snowdrifts and deep cold has been a blessing. Like all big winter years I’ve had some challenges, my furnace became stingy with heat output and the hot water heater took note and is withholding hot water. I even climbed up in to a very awkward attic space to look at the furnace (thank you yoga!) thinking there might be an obvious part lying on the attic insulation. There wasn’t, and if there was I wouldn’t have the faintest idea what to do next, but it was an adventure! I have no idea how that furnace will someday be replaced with its given location.
These normal home owner issues always bring my head back to the tiny house, and the potential issues that water and heat might face. The extra time indoors has allowed me to research and plan. It reminds me of pre-trip planning when I’m traveling somewhere new, it’s part of the journey and can save you many headaches before arriving to the destination. If I had jumped right into building the plans I had purchased I wouldn’t have the redesign that better suits me.
I spent my Friday night tackling the craft cupboard, which holds many clues that we were a former home schooling family. How wonderful that I work for a school that has two amazing art classrooms, a pottery room AND a Makerspace…I know exactly where all these cast-off art supplies can be put to good use.
Doing dishes over winter break started to get under my skin. The dishwasher seemed to be endlessly full as well as the sink and the dish drainer … we have too many dishes. I emptied all the cupboards and started a new discard corner in my daughters empty room. My kids will each receive a box of really pretty items when it comes time to set up their own living space.
I won’t have a dishwasher in the tiny house, so after bringing down the sheer number of dishes we use I decided to go on a dishwasher ban to see how washing dishes by hand day in and day out sits with me. I ask Alexa to play some music, light a candle on the windowsill, and fill the sink with hot soapy water (when the hot water heater is feeling generous). Turning this daily chore into an opportunity to think has turned doing dishes into therapeutic motion, there are days the dishwater mixes with tears.
I’ll be just fine without the modern dishwasher, both my dishes and my emotions will get a good scrubbing. I will however need a good supply of this awesome product as my hands take the brunt of cold and hot.
Thanks for all the great support and feedback as I share this trek, looking forward to posting my first construction photos in the summer sun.
My lovely, bitterly cold winter break has come to a close and I feel energized and rested all at once, which I believe is how a vacation should leave one feeling. The weather is North Idaho cold. Snow drifts are growing with every shovel, plow and windstorm that blows through. It’s beautiful outside with all the sparkly snow and sunshine and it entices me to enter into the scene outside my window. The icy reality sends me back indoors to my steaming mug of hot tea.
The gift of days and days of uninterrupted time was priceless. I’ve taken great pleasure in the ordinary; cooking, cleaning up the place, reading, continuing to downsize, and joining fellow winter travelers who are healing bodies bent from shoveling snow in the hot yoga room. There was leisurely time for meals with friends, long phone conversations, nights of rowdy music and dancing, board games and hanging with my boys. My dog is in heaven, he follows me through the house so happy I’m here and he learned how to share his space with a puppy. The school I work for has taken on a Golden Retriever pup who will become a therapy dog (I think she already is!) and I co-parented her for an energetic week.
This was an awesome opportunity to redesign the tiny house to better suit me and I dove headfirst into Google SketchUp, learning the program and having so much fun living virtually in my future home. The efforts reinforced to me again that a simple life is a very, very good life.
My unstructured days are coming to a close. School resumes and we jump right in to a busy 2nd trimester. My task will be to carry the energy and renewed focus into my open, bright, puppy filled office. Spring is slumbering under the frozen landscape, but the daffodils are there and will make their grand entry signaling a new season bringing a whole new trek.
It is the day after Christmas and I feel content. My family cooked together, watched Bob Ross paint a winter scene on Netflix (sounds boring but we laughed and laughed and were amazed) stood around a fire in the snow with the dogs, listened to music, attended a candlelit solstice yoga class at Sandpoint Hot Yoga , walked, worked a puzzle, shared meals with friends and enjoyed each others company. It was a simple and beautiful winter scene.
I am grateful to my friends and family that understood that both my kids and myself don’t need much. Gift cards, a paid month at the gym, a massage, books, Christmas money and music were some of the thoughtful gifts received. Nothing needs to be exchanged, and we do not need to find closet space to house a giant haul of gifts. With all the recent purging it feels exactly right.
Occasionally here in North Idaho we will experience earthquakes, nothing terribly devastating, just enough of the ground shaking to look at one another and say “Did you feel that?” It catches your attention, provokes some conversation and we move on with the day. This week while I was finishing another collection of items for the donations pile, I stopped and had that same earthquake sort of moment. Suddenly I thought, “I can feel it.”, the house actually FEELS lighter. The realization stopped my busyness and I thought … this is it …. this is what simplicity feels like. The house is gaining space, some of it hidden in drawers and behind closet doors, but the open space is there and I can sense it.
I am also noticing that since the house is already free of much clutter, keeping it that way takes very little of my time. It’s nice to come home and have a tidy space to greet me. This week my kitchen will receive some attention, digging into the corners of the cupboards, pantry and fridge. My guy has a habit of dating jar lids when he opens them, which at first I thought was rather OCD, but now I know exactly how long that favorite salad dressing has been sitting on the shelf and really should be tossed! Sounds like the perfect detox for the new year.
May your season also be filled with simplicity, the people you love, and the miracles that surround us every day.
With 2017 right around the corner, pour love and light into your world …
Sometimes, the road ahead is blocked, but clearing the way becomes part of the journey. Learn to tell when it’s time to let go, to surrender, to search for another road, a different path, another dream. But also tell, when it’s time to move forward, through obstacles if need be, because the dream is electric, charged by Divine energy and love. Melody Beattie
I’ve purged, and purged, given items away, had garage sales and dropped off garbage bag after garbage bag of clothes, books and random household stuff. The hard reality is I am not even close to being where I need to be.
Let’s talk clothes.
I am not an aggressive shopper, I like a new skirt or pair of shoes but shopping is not how I fill my free time. It’s why it is easy for me to live in a town that does not have a mall, at least not the kind of mall most of America would consider worthy. Our mall here has ONE clothing store (JC Penny’s) and the boutique shops downtown generally are priced higher than I am usually willing to pay for clothing, as a matter of fact some of my favorite clothes were a thrift store score.
Folding a recent load of laundry the reality set in that I still have way too much clothing for a tiny house closet. I want plenty of time to experience living in a minimalist fashion before moving in so that I have one less adjustment to make. Curious as to where I really stand with clothing I took inventory and it looks like this;
That totals up to 312 pieces of clothing, after what I thought was downsizing. This has me seriously looking at my lifestyle and what clothing I need to support the life I actually live. Twenty seven pairs of shoes … there is no way I will be able to store that collection in the tiny!
I have to keep coming back, and keep coming back to my WHY. Why am I taking such a hard look at my belongings and my life. It is a growth process of figuring out what I value the most and removing anything that distracts me from those values. I remind myself that minimizing my belongings is not about what is being taken away, but more about what it will add to my life.
It’s the Christmas season and a tough time of year to buck the powerful system of consumerism that is prevalent in our country. I had to take my fast growing teen son out to get some clothes today. We dropped off bags of our discards at a local thrift store and went inside. He found 3 pairs of pants that fit perfectly, were stylish, and cost us all of $10. I managed to peruse the racks of clothing and found several items that were loudly calling my name, but I remembered the bags we had just dropped off and the 312 pieces of clothing still in my closet and walked away feeling mighty about resisting the urge to buy.
I am challenging myself to a ban on buying (except for gifts for others), and will let you know how long I last before some material item causes me to spend. It won’t be long until spring and then the tiny house buying spree begins!
Thank you to those of you who are reading, commenting and encouraging me … I need you! There will be more updates as I to learn to let go (220 items and counting) as I march towards the tiny house.
Once I got past the sale of the family home, (which I managed without hiring a realtor) and disposed of all the leftover stuff, summer rolled in. Growing up in Colorado birthed a never-ending love of the mountains. The quiet, pristine scenery fills me in so many ways and I am surrounded by beauty at every turn here in the Northwest. I love my lightweight, 2 man tent and have found the RV scene a curious one whenever I am in a campground.
My son and I took a spectacular weeklong backpacking trip into the Eagle Cap Wilderness, and at the end of the trip I had rented a yurt in the state park. Walking out of the wilderness into the RV city was overwhelming, one family actually brought a U-Haul full of stuff deemed necessary for camping. People rolled out carpets, strung lights around their sites, hung their favorite football team flag and there was every toy imaginable on display. One campsite had a chalkboard menu of their planned gourmet dinner, which spiked our hiker hunger. We found humor in the campground after spending days of not seeing other people in places like this…
As the idea of building a tiny house was forming, I started to think that a small camper might actually be a great addition for the travel that the house was going to afford me. A tour of the National Parks is high on the list of wanderlust.
I don’t need anything to large or obnoxious, but a roof that would keep me dry for extended trips started to resonate. If you’ve ever camped in the rain you understand, and it rains in the Northwest …frequently. Instead of a yurt at the end of a backcountry adventure, there would be a small camper, (my son has voiced his concern about using a microwave on camping trips, I assure him that microwaves and TV are not on the camping agenda!)
I fell into a sweet deal on a sweet truck. A one owner 1997 Ford that was loved, garaged, fully loaded with a tow package and low miles …
Then my boss at the school decided to sell her family camper as she no longer had a truck to tow it with….the universe was aligning! I jumped on the opportunity and landed another great deal on the perfect little camper. At 16 feet it would be easy to tow and was just enough space to get out of the weather if needed.
My boss did honestly reveal that the back window had a small leak. I knew enough to know water & campers were not good friends. Upon further inspection I found this…
And so the restoration began and led to this …
Bill took on rebuilding the back end while I ripped up all the flooring, painted the interior, made new box cushions and curtains, butyl taped all the windows, and installed new J-rail. Needless to say the learning curve regarding travel trailers was substantial and as the deconstruction began I knew that this was great for camping but for full-time living I wanted the solid construction of a tiny home (so many staples hold these together!)
I spent a lot of time in this tight, cozy space and began to understand more of what living in a tiny house might feel like. At the end of a work day I would sit at the table and make notes and think about the first trip I would take in my little gem.
Bill and I set a deadline for the camper restoration with a trip to Lolo Hot Springs where his band was playing. Like most construction efforts the project was bigger and would take longer than we thought and after a long trying day to make it doable, we ended up in a tent for the trip. It was late September and the first night brought a hard frost and VERY cold sleeping conditions, making the travel trailer all the more attractive.
Come spring I hope to get the trailer project finished (we are close!) so that I can focus on the tiny house build and use the camper to get out of town and decompress when the build hits roadblocks or fatigue…and it will. The little camper will also serve as overflow space for those times when I may need to house more than 4 or 5 people I love, or the kids want to stay up late making noise.
Thanks for following The Trek to Tiny, and until next time Be Kind, Life Is Short …
People have asked, “How will you manage holidays with your family in a tiny house?” The question is easily answered as our holiday traditions have already begun to take on a new life. I grew up in a family where you knew how the holidays would behave. Easter brought colorful Easter baskets, egg hunts, honey baked ham and church. Halloween was costumes, carved pumpkins and hot spiced wine for the adults hauling kids door to door (those were the days!) Thanksgiving was all about grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins gathering for the traditional over consumption of turkey, potatoes and pie.
Christmas was my mother’s favorite. She loved decorating the house, the tree and hanging stockings. She made food gifts for friends, neighbors and co-workers. We had a family photo taken every year and stacks of handwritten holiday greetings would flood the mail. This holiday was made for shoppers and my mother did her part supporting the economy. Christmas Eve commenced with a noisy gathering of family, many of them who we only saw once a year. There was always food and we congregated around the piano to sing off key carols. The morning dawned with full stockings, the comforting smell of cinnamon rolls and eggs fantastic filling the house while we settled in around the tree to open gifts. The unwrapping of gifts would end with a family photo in our PJ’s holding our new loot, and a trip to church. The house would be cleaned and more food prepared for a family of close friends who would spend the evening with us. Husbands and grandchildren were added to the mix and the cycle repeated itself year after year.
Change is inevitable and forces the traditions to change as well. In her early 50’s my mother lost the hard fight against breast cancer. Cancer continues to be a contributing factor in the Trek to Tiny and will have an appropriate moment in time to be addressed. My mother’s death was the first major life event that disrupted everything. Nothing would be the same going forward, a new way of celebrating family and holidays was forced upon us.
Time does it’s thing and marches on. My dad remarried, my family made less frequent trips from Idaho to Colorado and my sister’s family took over much of the holiday duties with the extended family. I worked hard when my kids were small to create our family traditions, some of which were carryovers from my own childhood. The accumulation of stuff at Christmas was becoming a silent battle way back when the kids were little. We went without a constant glowing TV for 12 years, so my young kids were not bombarded with marketing regarding the latest/greatest thing they had to have, but they were still kids who loved toys and clothes and art supplies and Legos. I do remember the year my daughter asked for a ream of paper and her own roll of duct tape…a home schooled kid at her finest!
I started to realize early on in my parenting that I didn’t love everything about the holiday season, especially Christmas. It felt way too busy, the bank account took a hit, and the majority of the work to make it all happen fell upon me. The day the tree and decorations came down and the house was put back into order brought feelings of relief. You might be wondering where the “reason for the season” is in this scenario and just like Cancer, Jesus deserves his own spotlight in this blog.
The holidays look much different now.
A couple of years ago I asked my kids how they felt about a Christmas tree, and the surprise was NO ONE CARED if we had a tree or not. Honestly, that was music to my ears as putting up the tree sent me into a bad mood as I wrestled with lights and taking it down usually required an extra glass of wine. The last couple of years I’ve hung a string of lights on a potted Norfolk Pine, displayed some of the favorite ornaments and everyone is OK. Last year I watched a new neighbor haul out an alarming number of storage bins and erect every inflatable, spinning, lighted yard ornament ever created. It was amusing to watch and looked like my own personal worst nightmare.
I gave away all of our Halloween fodder at a garage sale last summer and much of the accumulated Christmas decorations are the next to go, except for the extra special items that have sentimental significance….although writing that I wonder. “Where will I store those?” I am closing in on that day when my kids will not be coming home for Thanksgiving or Christmas, I will already be missing one of them this year.
So back to the question, “How will you manage holidays with your family in a tiny house?” I hope my children intrinsically know that just because I am drastically pairing down our things doesn’t change the fact that they are always welcome in my home, no matter what the square footage. That the sharing of meals, and celebrations, and family time will continue. I also don’t discount the reality that I will be able to travel to them and with them, and we will find new ways of making life meaningful not just on holidays but everyday.
I will relieve the people who love me with the task of finding the perfect gift as there won’t be anywhere to put it. Let’s strive for shared experiences and time together. They don’t have to be expensive or extravagant to be meaningful. A meal, a cup of coffee, a glass of wine, sitting in a park, taking a hike, a great night of music or a fire in a beautiful campground are all experiences that will create memories that last much longer than the new sweater. I promise to be mindful of the gifts I give so that I am not covertly contributing to others overflowing closets which eventually have to be cleaned out as well. Don’t be afraid to tell me, “I don’t need anything.” I totally get it.
Hope you all have a lovely Thanksgiving, a Merry Christmas, a Happy New Year, and a stress free season.
The house that I will begin building in the spring is 8 ft wide and 24 ft long, a whopping 192 square feet that with loft space will settle just shy of 300 square feet. It has 14 windows, (which by the way is more than the house I currently live in) a full kitchen and bath. I am finding lots of clever ways to create storage and still maintain a sense of space but the reality is EVERYTHING; clothing, shoes, books, dishes, paperwork, plants, artwork, etc… all must be whittled down to the very basics, there just won’t be room for much else.
My new routine is every time I do laundry or clean the house I create a pile of items I’d like to discard. My methodology is to put the items in question in a pile on the floor where I can see them and let them sit for a week or so. Every time I walk by I see these items and can think about their importance in my life and whether they stay or go. Very few things get fished out of the stack and by the time they go in the discard bag I’ve made peace with my decision. The largest items will wait until the end and my kids who are setting up households can take whatever they want which should help make their space feel just like home!
My house is cleared out enough that now I am getting down to the really hard decisions, like photos. There are FIVE medium sized boxes of loose photos in one of my closets, not to mention the dozen or so large photo albums. I definitely do not have a place for all of these in my tiny house. It’s been suggested that I get a storage unit, which goes against this entire process of creating a minimalist lifestyle. A storage unit would be a magnet for the accumulation of things! So I am looking for solutions and leaning on the courage of my convictions.
My father has been a prolific photographer over his lifetime and many of his photos were in the form of slides. His slide shows were always great fun as we’d gather around the big screen and relive family history. My dad has embarked on a project in his retirement of consolidating a lifetime of photos into digital format, stored on flash drives that he has shared with my sister and I. They are a precious gift and are the answer to my photo dilemma. Technology has some awesome moments and the ability to store thousands of songs, books and photos in the cloud or on a thumb drive is a minimalists dream come true.
Going through every box and every photo, fishing out the ones worthy of digitizing will be a big job, fun and I expect emotional. My kids will all receive digital copies of everything and I will consolidate the photo albums so that we each receive one or two hefty tactile archives of our history. When this project has wrapped, what do I do with the 5 boxes of photos? Taking them to the dump feels very, very wrong. I think maybe a ceremonial burning of the hard copies feels more appropriate. I feel a tightness in my chest with the thought, but by the time I get to the bonfire I will have walked the emotional highway and I hope the flames are cleansing.
These are the type of items that attics fill up with, the relics of family history. History is important and I am searching for ways to preserve the beauty of our family and life without taking up so much physical space. If you have any great inspirational thoughts on how to handle a radical downsizing I am open to suggestions!
The decision to build a tiny house was a relatively easy one. It financially makes sense, it appeals to my creative nature and the gift of time maintaining less than 300 sq.ft. will afford is enticing. Putting the tiny house into motion is where the tough decisions began. If you’ve ever made a major move in your life you become hyper aware of what you own. Having to touch every item in your home, down to the last pencil rolling around under the couch, is what makes moving such an exhausting experience.
My downsizing began with a divorce, don’t misread, the tiny house idea has surfaced years later and was not the driving force of my divorce! The emotional rollercoaster of dissolving a relationship that has spanned decades was the first line of business at hand, especially when it is not a shared goal with the parties involved. The truth is that I was the driving force in my divorce, this was not something my ex wanted or anticipated. We had a lot of years together spanning from our beginning at a Colorado ski resort, to the end raising three kids in a 3500 sq.ft. log home on 5 acres that we had built in Idaho. Divorce is not for the faint of heart and I believe that many stay in unhappy marriages because the other option is overwhelming. This was not a decision to be taken lightly, divorce hits the family hard and has long reaching tentacles that touch extended family and friends. The day I left with a moving truck and my three kids in tow was one of the hardest days ever.
I moved into a rental that a close friend of mine owned and they allowed me to bring my dogs and live with a month to month lease as I couldn’t think further out as to what my future looked like. It was one day at a time and I left with only what we needed. Beds, a couch and a chair, a table to eat and do homework at, dishes, clothing and a few items that had sentimental value. Everything else stayed at the log home. We were adjusting from having a large house with lots of outdoor space in the country to living in under 1000 square feet with a small yard in town. The kids struggled and the dogs barked … everyone voicing their displeasure at being uprooted from the only home they ever knew.
This was my first small space and I loved that little house. As a family we were forced to deal with each other as there wasn’t room to disappear like there was in the big house. Our lives were in chaos but that little house felt cozy and safe. We spent a winter in the Forest Street house and in the spring moved into another slightly larger home where we currently still live. Over the last few years we have settled into the Pine Street house, and the 1600 sq. ft. has worked well for us. The house can be cleaned top to bottom in a couple of hours and the yard is a breeze to maintain as I have removed all the grass from the narrow yard.
We have definitely acquired more things than we originally began our “new normal” life with. The emptying of the log home was a long and arduous process over the last several years. The house had closets that still contained the kids belongings, sports equipment, furniture, a library full of books, holiday decorations, photographs, artwork, an office filled with paperwork, and lots of curriculum and supplies from the years of home schooling. There is also a two story shop behind the house that was completely filled with tools, building supplies and anything else that couldn’t be stored in the house.
The house was slated to be sold and making decisions regarding the belongings that remained was tense. I understood that my ex was struggling as he loved this house dearly, the construction was a labor of love. The kids were not spending time out there for reasons of their own and so he was now alone in this big expanse with reminders everywhere of his family. Wading through the sea of belongings was at times emotional and other times spawned bickering and high emotions. Slowly…very slowly, decisions were made. Several years after the divorce the house was finally sold and now a sense of urgency hit to clear out for good.
I couldn’t believe that my ex had actually managed to empty the shop, that was a major undertaking. He sold household items at an auction house, gave items away, sold vehicles, and made many trips to the dump. When he blazed out of town in a motor home pulling a trailer his job was done, but the house still had items left behind. Beds, couches, lamps, outdoor furniture, a gas grill, bookcases, file cabinets, and lots of misc. items still remained and had to go. The trail of belongings seemed to never end.
We rented a 20 ft moving truck and filled every corner of it, and there was still items left behind. Luckily the new owners were excited and anxious to take possession and offered to deal with the items I still had not moved and would clean the place as well. That was a HUGE and generous blessing! I let my oldest son take whatever items he needed in his house and the rest was sold off the back of the truck in my driveway. A major hurdle had been overcome.
The winter months are closing in and I will be making tiny house decisions and continuing to downsize while the snow flies. I have an 18 month timeline to build and prepare for a minimalist lifestyle. My tiny house model is giving me a sense of space and a bigger understanding of what I will actually be able to own!
Looking at my future life inside a little box, I realize that everything must have a purpose and/or meaning. Drastically reducing your footprint isn’t for everyone and there are days that “this is a crazy and stupid idea” thoughts take over and I have to remind myself of why this choice appeals to me, that the trade-off will be greater financial freedom and new experiences.
I would love to hear feedback on your own life inside a box and your feelings about the belongings contained within.
I put my daughter on a plane again this week. Waking at 3 a.m. we made the dark, lonely highway drive to the airport for her to continue living the story of her 18th year. I am learning a lot from my girl, and her friends, and my niece, all inspiring young women who are rolling with the transition of becoming young adults with admiral spunk and carefree courage. These just of age women have trekked through Patagonia and to Everest base camp. They have explored cities in Europe, the UK, South America and Asia. Work days began on organic farms in Chile, hostels in Spain, orphanages in Nepal, llama farms in Germany, and Yellowstone National Park. Their friends are now not just the hometown high school bunch but are of all ages and came together from far corners of the world. They earned the money to make it all happen and boarded planes by themselves, not the 18th year I recall from my own youth!
I like long drives with one of my kids in the car, it gives us the time to talk without interruption and often it is where I learn lessons about my parenting successes and fails. On this particular morning my daughter shared that she and her best friend were talking the night before about how old people are afraid. Much to my chagrin at 52 I am now in the “old” category … seriously. From their perspective we are afraid of change. Giving up the comfort zone for something new or letting go of our carefully acquired resources for something different. While I do see adults stuck in unhappy places, jobs, relationships or struggling to achieve the “American Dream”, I know the teenagers lack my perspective of living three times longer than they have currently walked the earth.
My vantage point tells a different story. The transitions may not of required international flights but they did require courage and steadfast commitment and I am now at the crossroads. Exiting a marriage of 20+ years and launching 2 of my 3 kids into their independent lives I am now looking at my future differently. The first realization is that it is time to seriously downsize, so I am learning how to let go of STUFF, decades of accumulated THINGS. The reasons for this process are varied but the driving motivation was the decision to build a tiny house. Yep, one of those tiny homes on wheels that are rapidly growing in popularity. More to come on this adventure of the “Trek to Tiny” as this mid-century woman faces her own fear of change and shakes things up.