For as long as I can remember, I’ve always wanted to have a place to call home. As I watched my parents decorate their first house, I had dreams of what I would do with a house of my own someday. However, I’ve never felt so passionate about one particular geographical location to make the commitment to get a mortgage, build a house, and stay there for an extended period of time.
When I met Barry, I remember him telling me that when he “retired” from skydiving, all he wanted was to have a herd of sheep. The man wants to be a shepherd. I didn’t understand this at first. It sounded so simple. Of course, when we first talked about this, I was still rocking my way up the Corporate Ladder to live the American Dream, and I couldn’t possibly fathom just hanging out in a field all day.
I remember him showing me pictures of a Tumbleweed Tiny House years ago. I thought they were absolutely perfect. The concept of living small had finally started to appeal to me. I didn’t realize that I had been living fairly small for quite awhile. When I moved from Tampa to Chicago, I left behind all of my furniture and just packed my clothes and necessities into my car. I found a studio apartment in the city and got a few items from IKEA to fill the place out. When I jumped on a new opportunity in Austin, I did the same thing. It would cost more to rent a truck and my bed and bookcase and belongings down than it would to sell everything and buy a new bedroom from IKEA. So, I sold everything, packed up my car, and bought furniture when I got to Austin.
When I left Austin, same thing: sell all of the furniture, pack up the car, and head back up to Illinois. At that point, Barry, Jezebel, and I moved into a trailer parked at the dropzone. We didn’t have much, and we didn’t need much, either. When we moved to California, we sold the trailer and everything in it to a fellow skydiver, and you guessed it, packed up the car and drove to California with our clothes, skydiving equipment, and a few necessities.
Since we moved to California, we’re still living “tiny” by many standards. Our house now is 800 square feet and is way too much space for us. For a long time, we had a couple lawn chairs in the living room, until we acquired a free couch and chair/ottoman combo. It feels like a home, but it really is more space than we need.
We watched a documentary on Netflix about tiny houses and it sparked our full-on Research Bender. Our friends Raelynn and Travis are also building a tiny house, and seeing them post about it and plan their build has only fueled our fire. We’re still in the early stages of our project, but we’ve got a few things we know we want/need out of a tiny house.