Ok. Confession time. Remember how last week I wrote that very serious letter to my very wonderful husband about what a dreamer I am? Well, I'm also a bit Type A. Ok a lot type A. Calendars and lists and order and rules that don't get broken make my heart sing. So, imagine how my many dreams can quickly escalate.
They start with a little idea. Maybe I'll do a tiny bit of research. Then I'll dig a little deeper...curiosity is good for you right? Exercises the brain? Then I start to read everything I can on the subject. Reading--also good for you.. Who can fault me for reading, for goodness sake?
And finally, it becomes a full blown obsession and all I want is to see it be reality. Usually, it's something easy to make happen. A job in the arts for example. That was my obsession since I was sixteen, and look! I haven't had a non arts job since sophomore year of college. I was obsessed with College of Charleston, and got in and got accepted to the Honors College, and got a scholarship! Then when I hated it, I was obsessed with finding a scholarship to transfer, and I got full tuition at Anderson University. My obsessions can be great things!
This one, though. This one I don't think is turning out that way. This one is making Husband question my sanity, and thus his own sanity for marrying a crazy such as myself.
Guys...all I want in the whole wide world is a tiny house.
Simplicity. Ability to travel. ABSOLUTE ADORABLENESS IN THE HOME. It's perfect guys. It's wonderful.
The problem: I married a 6'4" 275 pound muscly man who tends to not like tiny spaces for obvious reasons. Alas, I'm still obsessed. So, here are my reasons why I HAVE to have a tiny house!
Take your own bathroom on all your adventures. I love travel and I love seeing the world. I hate hotel and/or public restrooms with a passion. I just want my own potty no matter where I am. It's mine and it's familiar and I know its cleaning schedule because I wrote it. As my blogging bestie turned real life friend, Sarah, so eloquently put it, a tiny house lets you #takeyourpottywithyou. I want that.
Adventuring. Guys...they are built on trailers. You can literally hitch your house to your pickup truck (sorry, Husband, this dream also requires you purchase a new vehicle) and take it anywhere your heart desires. Feel like hiking? Cool, let's take the house up to Tennessee. Need a little salty air? Awesome, hitch up and let's go down to the coast. ALL THE POSSIBILITIES! I can't get over it.
The cutest little facade of a house ever. This doesn't even need further explanation. They're just lovely.
Forced order. You can't be messy in a tiny house. We would have everything perfectly organized and everything would have a place and it would just be so calming to have everything so tidy.
No neighbors. I love my neighborhood and we have really nice people beside us, but I like wide open spaces. So, if someone rudely moves their tiny abode right next to yours, you can move without having to buy a whole new house! It's the PERFECT solution for introverts.
So, now that my crazy is out of the bag on the internet, I'm off to go Pinterest a bajillion more tiny houses and further drive my husband up a wall begging for a tiny house.
