October 24, 2021
Some themes are suddenly trendy. However, I seldom participate in the Trend Du Jour. Most of the time I'm sitting somewhere in the wilderness taking pictures of moose. So, at some point I found out that "freaking out about your life and getting rid of superfluous things" is now called "minimalism".
What exactly is this minimalism? White walls? Do I have to throw everything away? Must I live without anything, and rush into the nearest thrift store, plastic-free, riding on a wire bike with a large, vainglorious donation?
I don't think so. I think minimalism is about first cleaning up your own head. Then deciding what you really need to be happy. Because that is what we all want in the end: to be happy. So, let's give that a try!
November 17, 2019
"How can you travel all the time?" A mystery at least as exciting as the disappearance of MH17. Perhaps I have inherited a bunch of money, found gold in the groundwater or simply have some loose screws? The truth is that one day I filled out a form for tax registration on very German environmentally friendly paper in order to throw it into the mailbox of the tax office. Founding a company in Germany. It's euphoria riding tricycle on cocaine.
Since then all I need to earn money is my laptop and WiFi.
This is an honest report. Of how I manage to work next to traveling for six months a year.
April 14, 2019
"Of course, you will still have to paint the front some day" says the owner of the tiny home on the day of my first viewing.
"Yes," I reply laxly, already headlessly in love with the house. Then I throw a glance full of devastating disrespect at the scratchy wooden wall. I'll put a pot of paint on it and it'll
Shortly thereafter I have a new big project and construction site. Here comes Mission Painting the Outdoor Facade! With a crooked ladder, etching paint and the unconditional will to transform my Tiny House optically into a true American Cabin!
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.
May 12, 2018
If now there would be a fire in my house, I only would need to grab my notebook, my camera and a box full of personal letters and souvenirs – and I would have saved 90 percent of all the things that do mean something to me. This is an anthem to Nothing. And how “Nothing” allows me to do everything I always wanted to do.