February 7, 2019
I shout "Good morning!" to the guys at the hardware store and stomp confidently into the main aisle with my phone in my hand. I'm wearing an XXL hoodie stained with yellow paint, jogging pants with pink speckles and a crazy cap for children by Bob the Builder on my head. It's about the 98th time I've shown up here. Since the beginning of January I have been working on the renovation and beautification of my Tiny Home. All by myself. Because I can. A report about fails, sweat and pure joy.
January 10, 2019
I'm trudging down the gravel road to my new house. It's a few days before Christmas and I just signed all the contracts. My Tiny House. I could grow tomatoes. Or salad. Or uranium. I want to throw with paint, hang up two million pictures and put on a paper hat. But before that happens, I have a chaffinch on the fridge and a hard laughing fit. Read about my first steps as a Tiny Home owner.