We live in a very small home. It’s much loved and often quite messy. But it’s easy to clean and very cozy and uniquely ours.
Well sort of. Truth is, it should have been paid for by now but we, like hundreds of thousands of other Canadians, got lured in by the seductive song of the HELOC (a home equilty line of credit, not a greek goddess of good fortune). It’s bad advise and a big mistake to encourage and/or agree to re-borrow the money you’ve already paid off to pay off or buy more stuff. And it’s made the financial institutions a great or gross (you decide) amount of money.
I often marvel at the bigger homes of others and have to stop myself from feeling envious by thinking such things as “oh but the vacuuming would be a nightmare” and “who has time to clean all those windows” and for a time I was reluctant to invite acquaintances to our home because it is so modest.
But I’m past that now. I like living small. It’s convenient and practical and keeps us closer physically and emotionally.
Once I find my way out of debt, I’d like to save for and build a bunkie or lane way house in my yard that’s even smaller than my current house. It would be a great holiday home, in-law suite, studio or refuge and a smart use of my little parcel of paradise.
It costs nothing to have a dream. And a little bunkie in the backyard is mine. So I delight in reading stories like this online about the tiny home movement. They’ll be no vacuuming to fuss about or huge windows to clean and all who enter will find a welcome that cannot be measured in square feet alone.