Thursday, November 20, 2014

Life in 120 Square Feet Featured in Our State Magazine

Our State Magazine right here in North Carolina just published their December issue. And there, tucked away on page 30 is a sweet little feature of my tiny house with amazing photographs of the house (and the people who live there).

I am really happy with this particular article. The writer, Christina Cooke, really captured all of the things I want to share about what tiny living means to me.

If you're in North Carolina please check out the issue and get your copy! 



Friday, November 14, 2014

Tiny House Terror: The Story of My First Night Alone




I wrapped my cable knit sweater tighter around me and sipped at my locally pressed fresh apple cider. Calico leaves of every fall color blanketed the forest floor and crunched under my feet.  While autumn descended on the mountain, my tiny house, in shades of brown and green, evoked a perpetual spring. 

My cat, Piglet, lazed in a sunbeam all afternoon. I filled the water filter, cooked dinner and every ten minutes or so, swept up the leaf debris I tracked into the house. I settled in with a book out on the Folk N' Ale, under the flame colored canopy. 

I was content. Piglet was content. No one anywhere ever had felt such serenity. 

Then the sun went down. 

Darkness engulfed the tiny house. The peaceful blue-sky seclusion of our home turned menacing. I held my breath to catch faint sounds coming from the blackness beyond the walls. Was that a footstep? The flutter of leaves signaled a deadly intruder. Moth wings drummed against the window screens. I craned my neck at every hoot and caw echoing through the valley. Danger lurked in every shape and shadow.
I knew there were things I couldn't see. Bogeymen and werewolves. Serial killers wearing masks of human skin hiding in the woods. I had even provided weapons – saws stacked neatly in toolboxes beneath the house. I knew the tropes. Suddenly I was the spooky cabin where horror movies start.
I was going to die before the opening credits.
The tiny house felt coffin sized. I would not give in to sleep. I brewed a cup of tea and curled up on the sofa with my purring and entirely non-threatened cat. 

I needed to choose a book wisely. Stephen King was out of the question. My final choice was Anne of Green Gables. I hadn’t recalled this scene:

"The goblins of her fancy lurked in every shadow about her, reaching out their cold, fleshless hands to grasp the terrified small girl who had called them into being. A white strip of birch bark blowing up from the hollow over the brown floor of the grove made her heart stand still. " 

Thanks, LM Montgomery. 

The night creaked on. A screenplay began in my head. 

Scene: Serial Killer in the Woods 
Serial Killer (SK): What is this? Why it is a tiny cabin in the woods. Looks like someone's inside. I should kill them. 
SK tries the door knob. 
SK: Well crap, it's locked. I guess I'll go find someone else to kill. 

So I locked the front door, switched on the nightlight, and scrambled up the loft ladder to the comfort of my blankets. 

My last thought was "What's that noise…?" 

The next morning I woke up…still quite alive. A quick mental checklist indicated I had all my parts. Good thing I locked the door last night. 

A ghostly gloom surrounded the mountains, but the sun's rays began to peek through the mist. A cool breeze filtered through the windows. Piglet pawed at my face to demand breakfast. I dismantled the mummy wrappings of my blankets and climbed down from the loft.   

In that moment I wanted nothing more than to reclaim my mountain. I was victorious against the monsters I had battled in my mind. I stepped out on the porch and closed the door. 

As soon as I heard the sickening click, I realized what I had done. 

Now, you may not know this about me, and you may not want to know this about me, but my preferred pajamas are no pajamas at all. 

I stood outside with the door locked behind me. 

In that moment the real, universal nightmare began. You know the one. Where you leave your house naked.  

But I learned it's surprisingly easy to break into my tiny house. Just jimmy a window screen and bam, you're back in. 

So why did I bother locking that door again?


Big thanks to Cindy Reed and her Storytelling for Bloggers class. This story was a product of the first ever offering and I think it is a huge success. If you're a blogger you can't go wrong by taking Cindy's class to learn how to engage your audience with stories. 

Friday, November 7, 2014

What We Did on our British Vacation

Much like Ryan Mitchell of the Tiny Life, one of the best benefits of our lifestyle is the ability to travel. Our expenses are low so we can save money to go toward experiences, we don't accumulate much stuff, and we both work jobs that can be location independent. This means if we wanted to we could pack up for months at a time.

This trip, however, was prearranged with friends who recently moved from Michigan to Texas. See, our NFL football team was playing a game at Wembley Stadium in London and we figured this was a once in a lifetime chance to see them. So we went.

We were in London for 10 days with the Lions game in the middle. We didn't want to go only for the game - we wanted to explore the area. Here is our trip in photos.

The Lions at Wembley

Hampton Court Palace, home of Henry VIII

Tom Baker's real costume from Doctor Who

The Gothic spire at Cardiff Castle in Wales

A fire place at Hampton Court

Carnaby Street

A view of London

Look Kids, Big Ben!

A historic marker for John Lennon

A view of the Thames and the London Eye

Matt requested this photo of the Iron Maiden beer

Me, wearing a 12th Doctor shirt, next to the 12th doctor's costume.

A view from the London Eye

The NFL Fan Rally on Saturday at Trafalgar Square

This guy

Matt at Hampton Court Palace - this should be an album cover

Cardiff Castle

Entering Wembley

The trip was fantastic. There are so many things that I didn't get photos of. The food. The beer. We spent quite a bit of time at a place near our hotel called The Craft Beer Co. It was, as you might imagine, a craft beer pub. We frequently stopped there before meeting up with our friends for dinner. Food highlights for me included Punjab, a north Indian restaurant right behind our hotel, and Belgo, an amazing Belgian restaurant.

My favorite part of the trip was visiting Cardiff. We took a train from London. I wanted to go to the Doctor Who Experience, which was about what I expected. But I wasn't expecting to really love the city. It was exactly my pace. We explored the castle, the downtown area, the waterfront. We found another great craft beer place called The Urban Tap House. I would love to spend more time there.

I'd love to hear about your adventures this summer and fall. Where were you off to?