2 years tiny…


2 and half years, actually. 2 years, 6 months and 7 days if we’re going to get specific, so do lets. 2 years, 4 months and 5 days since my love moved in, 2 years, 2 months and 15 days since I started teaching workshops for Tumbleweed and 1 year 5 months and 14 days since we adopted the slobberdog. And I’d be lying if I said they haven’t been the best years of my life.

This is the happiest I have ever been, yet every time I try to do a new post I get smacked by the great, show stopping wall that is writer’s block. This draft has been in the editing, deleting, and re-writing stage for over 6 months not because I don’t want to tell you all what’s been going on but because I haven’t been able to make it come out right. See, I’m so happy that I’m not sure how to write an update without getting so sickeningly sappy and cheesy that you all want to spontaneously hurl.

If I cared more about not making you hurl and wanted to seem like a discerning, pragmatic kind of girl, I would probably write about how I sometimes wish for things that my house doesn’t have or about the tiny inconveniences that folks in ‘normal’ houses aren’t inconvenienced by. I could write about how I sometimes get pissed that I don’t have a garage to house all the tools I don’t have, or how I have to use someone else’s washing machine when I need to clean things that are too big or awkward for my wee sink. I could write about having the flu with a compost toilet or about falling seriously ill with a kidney infection last summer and the following reality of being unable to stay in my house, too weak to climb my own ladder.

But when I think of my life in this little house the past 2 years, 6 months and 7 days I don’t think of those things as an accurate representation of my experience. They happened, but so did the rest if my life. The amazing, beautiful life that is mine because of this very house and everything that comes with it.

I work my dream job and do so only 1-2 weekends a month because of this house. I live in my dream location and swim in the ocean every day because of this house. I have the time to spend my days writing music and drawing and creating and sewing most of my clothes by hand because of this house. All because of this simple little house that keeps me focused and humble and sane (somewhat. HAMSTERS)

Nothing is 100% perfect 100% of the time. In a big house, you miss the efficiency of a small house, in a small house you miss the convenience of a big house and so it goes. It is all too easy to slide into the tempting human mindset of waiting on the next new thing that will fix everything and make you happier or your life better or maybe even get you a glimpse of the elusive ‘perfect’.

Tiny houses, small houses, average houses, huge houses; none of them are ever perfect in and of themselves. All you can hope for is to find is a situation that brings you the closest balance between what you want and what you need, and commit to it with all its inevitable quirks. This, for me, is my house. I have committed to this house as my personal version of perfect. The positives outweigh the negatives, as my dad would say.

So when issues arise, I deal with them, as I would have to deal with a different set of issues in any other given house. I have to take the bin out from my composting toilet, for instance, but I don’t have to deal with plungers or overflowing. And when my house feels too small, I strive to classify the problem not as ‘I don’t have enough space’ but as ‘I have too much stuff in this space and it’s making it feel small’. Then I downsize, reorganize, and move on. I don’t let it bother me because I know full well how lucky I am to have found myself so close to my own ‘perfect’.

And it is ever so close to perfect 🙂 Though this is only my experience. In the short time I have lived in my house, I have seen people start building, stop building, sell, move out, get together, break up, rave about, rage about, love and… not love their tiny houses. They are not for everyone. As helpful as it would be, know that no one can tell you what it will really be like for you. Not me, nor anyone else can tell you whether it will work for you and your situation because it can only be your own, unique adventure.

So there you have it; an update, finally. I guess it wasn’t all that cheesy or sappy…But I assure you it would have been if I posted the first draft 🙂 Just a little sap before I go.

I got a puppy!!! She is an Australian Shepherd named Roo (Rionnag in full, which means star but no one can say that so we call her Roo. Or Roo-Bear or You-Bear. Or Rooster when she’s being loud. There’re a lot of possibilities with a name like hers). She is just the cutest little thing, right?! I am in puppy love 🙂 Lobster is darling with his baby sister and they go craaaaazy playing outside together, though both know that being in Little Yellow means ‘go to your quiet place’. If anyone is wondering, she potty trained remarkably fast in such a small space and hasn’t had an accident in my house since she was 9 ½ weeks old (she’s 17 weeks now). My family’s big house down the road is a totally different story, I think she holds it and plots out going there… And here are some 8 ½ week old puppy pictures in case you want to have a wee squeal 🙂


22 responses »

  1. Great to see you are doing well! And those pictures are adorable. I hope to one day be able to also own a tiny house. I agree with you, in that the smaller a house is, the more efficient it is and allows you to concentrate on more important things. At the moment I am a college student, so a tiny house isn’t exactly in my plans yet. But one day, I’m hoping!

  2. I follow your blog for a long time, since I discovered about the tiny houses. I’m glad to know that despite all the “problems” you are happy with your life! That’s life about, to find our own “perfect” 🙂 Keep us updated! Wish you all the best!

    PS: Sorry for spelling mistakes, I’m from Brazil. I Have to improve my English.

  3. Hi it’s my first time on enjoying your blog! So glad I found it. Right now my 3yr old and I live in a train car, it’s about 500sq ft(according to the landlord, not sure, I’d say 350ish;). Yep we rent it, unfortunately it’s not available for us to buy. We moved from a 1200sq ft townhouse, and while I haven’t figured the whole downsizing thing, so its a obstacle course, we love it! Way happier, I can take my daughter outside to enjoy the lake, and catch grasshoppers, something we couldn’t do before. I love living small for my daughter! I love your attitude and believe it’s 90% of what makes living small (ok living in general) work for you! The other 10% being location, or freedom of location. If I am wrong feel free to correct me. Your home, and family are adorable! I wish you all many healthy days enjoying each other, and your home! Blessings, Mary

  4. Hi Elle! Thanks for the update. I’m happy to hear all of the good news. I wasn’t able to read your entire post, but I will when I get a long free moment, but thanks for keeping us all informed on your journey. So happy for you and your family. 🙂 Tina.

  5. Ella,
    It’s difficult to say how your videos and blog have affected me. I’m forever grateful for your sharing, and your sister’s, too. (Congrats on being an aunt, meeting your love, Lobster, Roo, building your home, working at your dream job, etc.!) I, too, have experienced such joy.
    I’m in the process of moving into my very own THOW, and downsizing like cray-cray, as the kids say. (I’m older than your mom, probably).
    My disabilities and lack of funds since then have led me to what I’ve always wanted – a tiny kind-of hidey-hole for me, where no one could tell me what to do, at least inside of it. A gift from my daughter helped make this possible, but the inspiration from you and all the other tiny-housers mean more than I can say.
    I’ve lived a life where I did what I loved, for as long as I loved it, and then moved on. The birth of my daughter slowed that down considerably, but the compensations were more than enough.
    Still, when I became very ill when she was about to graduate from high school, it impoverished us monetarily, but not in the ways it really counts. We became even closer. (I’ve been a single mom since she was 4, 28 years ago.)
    Although things aren’t perfect, they’re way better than I ever expected, and I’m so encouraged by your and Drunken Pixie’s stories that I feel no fear. What a gift.
    Thank you.

    Jane Thompson
    Owner of Ozmyrrah, on Whidbey Island, WA
    Google it. There will be more, soon. You need a Pinterest account.

  6. I just wanted to let you know that your entry made me tear up….In a good way. I love when people profess their happiness out loud. it made me smile because I could feel your joy in your words – so as a social worker – thank you. I am aiming to build my own tiny home in 2016. Some days I get scared and think “how am I going to do this?” – i get scared that I won’t have the money or that i won’t find a site as I live in a borough in NYC. Then I read stories like yours and i think to myself “you are ok and you WILL make this happen. So thank you again. Keep writing and being happy.
    Peace, Love and Light – maria

  7. I have only just found your blog, but I wish I had found it earlier! We seem to have a lot in common — I am also an American grad of a Scottish university (it even sounds like we were probably over there at the same time?) and am about to start my own tiny house project in the States. Your blog very helpfully has answered a bunch of questions, so thank you for that! But most of all, your sense of humor and adventure make for great reading. 🙂 I’m very happy to have discovered your page. Best of luck!

  8. Hi! I have a question about your roofing. How effective is it at keeping heat out? I’m working on a tiny house project of my own and I’m debating between the darker colors that I like and the lighter colors that will help reflect heat. I’m working on a tiny house project of my own and I’m debating between the darker colors that I like and the lighter colors that will help reflect heat. Any thoughts?

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