“I just can’t see you driving a truck,” said my mother the other day during our discussion about the possibility of me buying or building a Tumbleweed Tiny House. What’s a Tumbleweed Tiny House? Well, basically it’s a hundred (or so) square foot house you tow around and plop down wherever you want to live. Then, when you want to move, you hitch it up to your truck and move. As in, you move your entire house. Which is not that difficult when it’s only a hundred square feet and on wheels.
I was thinking this might be the solution to my always-wanting-to-live-somewhere-new problem. Instead of renting apartments all over the place, I just own a very tiny house that I can tow around. I can be visiting friends in Lancaster, PA, visiting family in Charlotte, NC, or spending a couple months out west working at a National Park, and no matter where I am I can always sleep in my own bed every night!
What I love about my mother (among many things) is that she didn’t bat an eye at the tiny house idea. She just got into the practicalities of it. This is what she does: she never shoots down my ideas anymore, just asks questions to 1) satisfy her own curiosity and 2) make sure I’ve thought it all through.
Mom was right (which doesn’t surprise me so much anymore). I’m not the truck-driving type. But it looks like only a truck or an SUV can tow my 5700 pound house.
I wasn’t too thrilled about becoming the owner of a truck, but then I heard a story on NPR that got me thinking it might work out quite well. They were interviewing a guy who lived in NYC. He had a pick-up truck. And you know what he put in the back of it? A garden. Yup. Isn’t that fabulous? So now, not only could I move all over the country but I could even have the garden I’ve always wanted!
Now I need to take a step back here…and figure out if I can really live in 130 square feet. So my goal (hopefully before the end of the month) is to go see one of these tiny houses in Bike Town, OH. Then I’ll have the answer to that question. I’ll keep you posted.
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