Where to begin? It’s been so long since I’ve written anything besides emails and texts, especially anything by hand, I feel I may have forgotten how. The words are not flowing so easily as when I’m practiced, when it’s more of a daily habit than a once in a blue moon occurrence. It’s been nearly two years since I’ve added anything new to the Repurposed Redhead blog. I’ve certainly had many adventures and insights in the interim, I just lost the motivation and momentum to write about them. But in not writing about them, I’m afraid I may have lost a bit of the experience. You see, the act of documenting life – keeping a journal, writing a blog, making a scrapbook – has a way of solidifying the memories. The experiences I’ve written about tend to be sharper and more clear than their fuzzy undocumented counterparts. It’s not only the act of documenting, but the document itself. The ability to look back at an experience and recall the details, not simply the overarching themes apparent in a photo. The way the beach smelled, the feeling of the wind as it swept through my hair, the taste of the ocean captured in each delicious oyster. When you record the details, you remember the essence.
So, you may ask, why am I writing now? I am beginning something new. Something big and exciting, scary and exhilarating, and something that I’ve been thinking about for a long, long time. So what is this big thing? It’s actually quite tiny – a tiny house to be exact.
I started the process quite a while ago. For several years I’d seen the occasional photo or article with these cute little houses. At that point I’d already downsized to practically nothing and was traveling the world and living as a nomad of sorts. But there was this little ache – a longing for a bit of permanency – a little place to call home.
The Tiny House Movement made perfect sense to me. I had relatively few belongings and I knew from expercience that I could live happily with very little and in a very small space. I was also drawn to the DIY aspect of it. After so many years of designing and drawing, I am really looking forward to the building. Not only designing my own space to live in, but being able to put it together piece by piece with my own two hands. Of course there will be help – from friends and family, the experience of others, the insights of professionals, the kindness of strangers, and the whole ever expanding tiny house community.
What started as a tiny spark has now become a full on blaze. I caught the tiny house fever and so has America. With countless blogs, documentaries, and now a few television shows – tiny houses seem to be everywhere.
If there’s already so much out there, why blog about mine? Simply because it’s mine and my blog has always been more like a personal journal than a professional blog. Also, to reiterate what I mentioned at the beginning, recording an experience elevates it in so many ways. It’s a way to document and share my journey and an easy way to look back and recall the trials and tribulations, the good days and bad, the brilliant decisions and the horrible mistakes and the love and gratitude for all of the help I’m receiving. I’m looking forward to sharing the journey with all of you. Let’s build a tiny house!
Thanks for reading!
PS. Although this is the first post regarding the tiny house, I actually just finished my second day of building. Woohoo! So I am playing catch up with the next few posts – eventually I will get synced up with myself again.