Last night I slept in a tiny house. This one in fact. Here is a gallery of photos. It was lovely albeit tiny, measuring 8' X 14'. It had all the comforts of home, running water, electricity, a shower, bathroom, kitchen, sleeping area, and a reading nook. I stayed at the tiny house by invite of Diana, a close friend, and she introduced me to the owner. We quickly spouted off questions about the house's construction, amenities, and the lifestyle. She graciously answered all our questions, then left us to inhabit the dwelling, which she calls home.
I found the tiny house to be a oasis of solitude. We talked the night away over topics and triscuits. We fantasizing what it would be like to live in our own tiny house, what we would like to have built in each of ours and what it would take to achieve such a task. We conversed through, the attributes of stainless steel vs recycled old wood, necessity of tub vs shower, and pondered where would you put all your important papers. Our banter continued as we headed to the loft to sleep under the stars, sharing the bed with a handsome orange tabby. The loft was the cat's domain and he begrudgingly let us sleep there. After the last word was said and sleepiness took hold, the wind began to rock the tiny cabin with a gentle sway. This was unnerving at first then I relaxed into a soothing rocking carrying me off to sleep.
In the morning, we woke up assessing the gray dreary Portland morning through the loft's skylight. Time to get up, time to gather our things, and time for coffee. As we sipped our steamy cups, we looked out the reading nook window, and day dreamed. I pondered the beginning of this tiny house journey and how last night solidified my resolve in the end result...someday there would be a Tiny Casa I could call my own.
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