“Tiny houses empower you to more specifically choose how you want to live.”-Ethan Waldman
Anyone close to me could tell you, I am not much of a detail-oriented person. I see the big picture, but not all the little pieces. Yet with living in a small home, there is not much space to roam. One cannot help but see the nuances that arise.
I can notice when new dust settles into a certain area, and for some reason I take more pride in ridding that dust. Even though I have no current visitors to my 290 square foot apartment, it’s important that it stays as clean as possible. There is not much space for excess food, toiletries, or clothes. All that is within these four walls must have a purpose. I do not buy more than I need, because there is nowhere to store this. This must be a combination of tiny home living and not living in America, where I can feel compelled to buy all shiny objects that are within my sight.
I’m learning the difference of want and need.
I also have been home more to recognize how the atmosphere of the room shifts throughout a twenty-four hour period. When I first moved here, it was dark until 800 am, but now the sun seems to rise closer to 700. My two dogs and I notice how the minutes of daylight have extended. Puzo and Bella shift their bodies with the sunlight, almost as if their torsos are hands of a sundial. I have made makeshift dog beds for them to pivot towards the rays, tanning as tourists do on a summer holiday.
Could I use more space? Oui.
Do I need more space to make me more happy? Not necessarily.
There is a sense of contentedness here. I have time. I have all that I need. I take pride in what I do own. And I can simply be, as I also shift my body towards the sun with my dogs.
It Only Takes A Smile 