words about tiny houses

[demakat]

[this link] is to a place that makes prefab bits to a basic teardrop trailer.

It brought me back to thinking. I'm reminded that my love of the concept and the adventure of tiny homes is so obvious other people know of it that I haven't particularly gushed about it to. I just don't know yet what to do about it. I want to have a tiny house of some kind, yet I like the idea of things like the tiny teardrop trailers because it would be more ready able to drive with me places.

But then I look around my room at all of my things. They all seem important, even the things I got as gifts that I don't have any other special attachment to. Maybe it comes more from a friend who worries about people entering her house and not seeing the gifts they've given her. I gently worry that she does the same thing to me but never says anything about it. I get more annoyed that I let things like this bother me at all. I never learned all of these weird social things many people and especially women seem to have in their arsenal. The worst thing I probably do is hide the truth in plain sight with sarcasm and lies about things that aren't true. Its a hard thing to be open and frank all the time. True. I have the most difficulties when speaking with people face to face and per usual the least when on the internet.

Social issues aside I find it strange that I know exactly what I would bring with me if I had to pack everything into my car, yet still have enough space to sleep in the back seat. I already keep my main art supplies in a small zipper pouch and my set of watercolor pencils is part of a roll that holds all the things to make colors with where ever I take it. I've spent at least 4 years working on getting my personal belongings in small enough spaces so I only take carry on bags. I now get a sense of joy when I manage to think things through well enough to only need a small bag even if I take a train and there would be no extra fee. The only thing that trips me up all the time is bringing yarn or too many activities that I end up not using. It is a blessing at this point to be okay with wearing the same clothes for a while and not being a stereotype of women and tons of shoes.

Tech wise I would probably do my best to save up and invest in one of those tiny ipads, and then probably a smart phone of some sort. My computer would have to be left somewhere along with my precious tablet. But even as I call it that I don't feel upset at the prospect of leaving it, it feels exciting to be writing this all out. It's been living in my brain coagulating for a while without me really thinking about it much. Maybe because it was scary to think of, maybe because I didn't think it could ever be real. I still don't really believe that this will happen, but mentally I'm acting as if it's merely a matter of time. It's like my brain has been plotting all along without me even realizing it, and I suddenly opened the door to command central and am just starting to look at all the plans they've been at all along. I will probably need a decent camera if I intend on actually making art places. I also have no idea what I would do for money. Power is less of an issue as solar panels become more accessible.

Still there are all of the things around me that I treasure, most of them being books (and yarn...)

There is just so much that I feel I want to see that I haven't. Money and time didn't lend themselves to going away to college or to any sort of road trips on summers. I have no idea what the dakotas look like, despite everyone telling me there isn't anything there. It makes me think that for me everything would be where other people think there is nothing. I also hear next to nothing about idaho. nil. Potatoes is the only single thing, thank you marketing.

PLUS if I had a tiny trailer to sleep in I would not be technically sleeping in my car! which is illegal in lots of places I guess. That had been my original plan because it is easier to acquire a station wagon or something and outfit it with a slow sleeping bench for storage. It's been done in my family before. My grandpa was known for outfitting his vans with sleeping platforms so when they stopped on their annual trek into wisconsin there wouldn't be a need for a hotel. They did not however live in it for an extended period. This is probably why I see nothing wrong with living out of your car though, seems perfectly reasonable to me. I've seen it done.

Then there is the matter of my personal carpentry skills. This one time...people let me use a power drill and nothing bad happened. BUT power saws...scary. Though I thought cars, and sewing machines were scary before I learned how to use them as well. I have an uncle missing at least two fingers...so saws have always been scary. I could get my dad to help me but lately he's been against things and being dramatic about stuff. He doesn't sound dramatic, he always sounds matter of fact, but its dramatic. The front end of my car might fall off or something. Yeah possible, likley? no not really. Good thing to check for? sure. So I don't know how well he would enjoy helping me build something that will essentially take me away from the house and his mechanical skills with my car and a little turd shape on a trailer. If this was something I really wanted though he would eventually help me, if only to keep from getting upset when I did something "wrong" construction wise.

okay those are all of the points I can think of where this would be an issue. Other than money, I haven't really given that much thought. I still live with my parents so its not like moving into a tiny house would save me on rent. I suppose I'll worry about that after I figure out where to get supply money from. or like..what I'm actually going to make.

I would like to make some progress on this project even if it is just clearing out many of the things I own.
so. many. drawers. of. crap!