It has been almost a month since I loaded up the tiny house and traveled from Denver back to Richmond. It was a busy, uncomfortable, eye opening, exciting, and educational experience both traveling with the house and now living in the space. Although it is not 100% complete, Lily and I have been living in our house and embracing the challenges, while holding on to the pure happiness we feel for what we were able to accomplish this summer.
I use the word uncomfortable not because I am restricted by the size of my space or the simplicity of my new living environment, but more as a way to express the uneasiness I feel as I am questioned about how I am choosing to live. At a time in my life where I am personally questioning the world and my sense of belonging, my biggest challenge is feeling grounded in who I am. It is difficult to hear others concerns regarding my living space almost as if they are reaffirming my own thoughts in terms of judgement, decision making and ambition. Was this the right time in my life to build a tiny house?
This question will probably wander my mind for the remainder of the year. In knowing this, I must continue to tell myself that we are where we are now, for a reason. We have a house, a place, a space, a home that we can call our own. We know every aspect of the structure and there is a connection I feel to this place that brings a calming feeling over me every time I walk through the front door. I am home.