Tiny Houses

A lot of attention has been devoted to tiny houses. And I think they’re adorable. They’re affordable and they speak to the true nature of what a living space should be. People shouldn’t live in absurdly large houses. It doesn’t foster intimacy. Let’s say you’re married or have a family, your children are physically far away from you, various family members don’t need to be in the same room because they simply have the option of occupying various corners of the house. And if you’re single, you don’t need that much space to begin with. Beyond that, people will find things to fill spaces with. My purses, no matter how large they may be, always find a way to fill themselves to capacity. They have a mind of their own and exert their power over me.

Even if I were to carry a roll around suitcase as a purse, eventually it would get full. People will fill every room with stuff if they have the space. Stuff you don’t need, but would like to have. Or want. Our needs are fixed. Our wants are malleable and easily manipulated. If I allow myself, I may want to one day own the Cave of Wonders. And if this goes unchecked and I make fantastic amounts of money, I will. And it will be disgusting. I’ll have dusty idle piles of gold coins filling the corners of my gigantic dwelling, none of it will ever mean anything and I’ll be very very sad.

Extra space brings clutter, clutter brings bad feng shui, bad fung shui brings stagnancy, stagnancy brings death in a variety of forms!

Tumbleweed Tiny House Co. Has been doing rather well. They have an entire “collection” that look like gingerbread houses. Or cottages. There are companies out there that give you do-it-yourself instructions on making your own home or sell you floor plans to have a contractor do it. Tumbleweed’s B-53, the biggest home (at 874 sq ft) with three bedrooms, approximates costs for materials at just under $58,000. that’s the price of a car. Sometimes.