I remember finding an abandoned tree house in the forest behind our flat. As kids, we believed stories about some strange man living up there his whole life.
A few years ago I was watching the minimalist documentary and it was basically about that the tiny house movement.
The idea was romantic but I didn’t imagine wanting to live in such confided space. It seemed as strange as the man who lived in the tree house.
But, now… my thirst for adventure is growing in that direction. One thing I really enjoy is seeing life everywhere else. (And practicing detachment).
And suddenly, the idea of driving a tiny home around the states doesn’t sound bad at all.
I know only one other person who would be down to live on the road they way I’d want to. But I guess we are no longer friends…