Tonight I was thinking about small homes, and remembered something I haven't thought about in eons, the first tiny home I ever loved.
When I was growing up my family lived in the country. Our nearest village had a tiny, and expensive, grocery store, a gas station or two, my school, a bank, a rollerscating rink and not a whole lot else.
I don't remember how old I was when I first saw it, but it was on one our frequent trips to town.
There, nestled on a heavily wooded lot, located to the left of the main house was a perfect miniature replica. It wasn't tiny either, if memory serves, it was larger than a child's playhouse; larger even than the tiny 100-200 square foot homes that have become so popular today.
I can't tell you how many hours I spent dreaming (and probably jabbering) about living in that little house. It would be perfect. I could park it in the lawn right in front of my parent's home. I'd be able to decorate it any way I wanted, and since it would be mine all mine, there would be no one to yell at me for watching too much TV or not cleaning my room.
Alas my parents were not millionaires, so I never got my tiny dream home dream...until now. Perhaps my love of small started way back then?
Do you remember when you first became smitten with small?
Hmmm... I actually bought my 900 square foot house because it seemed HUGE compared to the 350 square foot apartment that I had before! It still seems huge to me, and I honestly can't imagine having to deal with anything bigger.
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