Saturday, February 7, 2015
Trendy and Tiny, But Seriously?
Have you heard of the tiny house movement? Does it intrigue you? I am humored by it, because it seems as if it is now trendy enough to be extremely popular amongst the upper middle class. If you haven't heard of it, it is fairly self explanatory. People are giving up larger homes, purging the majority of their possessions, and moving into what can only be described as circus travel trailers from the early 1900's. Some of these are under 200 square feet.
Don't get me wrong, it's a quaint idea. Mr. Clean and I owned a travel trailer for several years and loved taking off in it with the kiddos on weekend trips and vacations. It had a kitchen, small bathroom with a tub/shower combo and a bunk house. We loved it. Even the dogs enjoyed it. But living in it full time? We could do it, but it would take some serious patience.
Seeing this trend explode humors me because this extreme living is a cool idea, but why so extreme in the first place? Why not backtrack sixty or seventy years when a family of four could do just fine in a spacious 600 square foot house? With only one bathroom. And feel like they had a mansion. It's all perspective.
I am, quite frankly, guilty of it myself. Our first home was a town house with about 1000 square feet. We fit quite comfortably in it. When we bought our next home, it was enormous to me. At 2400 feet (not even counting the basement) we more than doubled what we had been in before. I wasn't sure how to even use all of the space, and we considered downsizing after just a couple of years. Fast forward eleven years later, and I have used every inch of space. My basement is a scary place to me. I own everything down there. I caught myself mumbling the other today that if I simply had more storage space... I quickly glanced around to make sure no one caught that statement. It was an, "ah-ha" moment. I was being absurd. Completely ridiculous.
It's is time to start purging this lot of mine; taking inventory and sharing with others the bounty over which I grumble about not having space to store. We are in no position to move, nor do we really want to, but maybe we should just start thinking about the grandeur we live in compared to the simple but wonderful houses of our grandparents from a few decades back.