Tiny House

Friday, October 14, 2016

Today I am grateful for tiny houses.  I could never live in one, but I really like the concept.  Maybe it hearkens back to my childhood where I always wanted a club house or tree house, but never had anything more than a storage shed to pretend with.  Rakes and hoses and potting soil were not part of my fantasy, but they sure were part of the shed. I don’t know what it is about them, but I love them.

 

I have been driving past an obviously vacant tiny house for years and each time I say, “I could live there,” whether I’m with someone or alone.  That is, of course, a lie, because I’d go crazy in such a tiny space.  But I love the look of this little gem, perched very close to the road with a little porch that says, “sit here and wave at the world.”

 

I always picture it with someone living in it who loves it as much as I do, throwing a coat of paint it, hanging some cute curtains and sitting on that porch.  Then last week. . .there were chairs. . .and obvious signs of life.  Can paint be far behind?  I hope so.  I’ll keep you posted on whether anyone occupies those chairs. . .or waves.  And I’ll wave back.