On the Road to Sanity

    I have spent time dwelling on the fact that being in my 30's, the idea of imprisoning myself to a 30 year mortgage is not very appealing. After my 401k tanked, with others of my generation, my grandmother and I had many talks about what my retirement years will look like.  I envisioned a nice box under a bridge, she disagrees but could not give me any advise for a different outcome.
With that I married Matt and we began to live the renters life. We lived comfortably, but never really getting ahead. We spent most of our money on rent or food. Our expenditures are manly car, rent, food, insurance, and cell phone.  No cable and no internet. At the end of October, we were hunting for a new rental and one we could sustain on a single paycheck budget. Friends came to the rescue and saved us from being homeless. We  moved into a small cottage behind a main house and this allowed us to live within our means.
    One day I was looking at how to organize a tiny kitchen and tiny spaces, to make the most of our new digs. I was fortunate to come across Tiny Houses. Since then I have fallen in love with the idea of owning a place to live, and being able to take it where ever life leads.  I introduced my husband to the idea and he was apprehensive to say the least. He mentioned that when we first moved in together, we had  basically one skillet, coffee press, and a bed. We didn't want for anything and we were less stressed. Now look around, we have way too many stuff to fit into something so small. I took a good look around and thought, yeah your right, we have way too much crap. To continually cleaning the house and keeping things in their place, has been a constant struggle.  I started to weed out the excess of our life. I prescribed to the Fly Lady's 27 fling boogie and everyday I put 27 things in a box, immediately carry it out to the car, and drive to the local donation center to unload my belonging and lower my stress. One of the best things about the closest donation center, is that it is drop off only and there is no store to go into to.
    With the house shaping up, my husband started to come around to the possibility of living big in a tiny house. We had many conversations about what it would mean for us to live Tiny. The best part we started to spend more unified time together. Our daily lives are filled with distractions, self-orchestrated to fill the passing time. We are busy, like everyone these days, but now we carved out time to be together, planning our future place of residence.

Above is a photo of the ProtoHouse. The house I would like to style my own from.