Tiny Home bound...
My time with Douglas is winding down and I've already started migrating my stuff to my new place.
A tiny home.
A backyard shed converted into a cottage.
Actually - just a bedsit.
I'm thrilled and if I could afford two rents, I would have moved in already.
Even though Douglas was small to anyone who's been bought up with more than four walls, having loved living in minimal spaces, Douglas felt indulgent. I remember living in the Big House at the top of the cable car in Wellington and suddenly realising we only used 10% of it daily and the other 90 once a year. I would say I've been using 50% of Douglas which left the other half gathering dust bunnies.
Below are Before and Afters.
I don't understand why people don't move more. Recreating yourself via your environment is so stimulating and you get to take out and really appreciate everything that means something to you as you place it in its new resting place.
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You need to know, right now, this is all about me. I'm not educated. I don't have any (non-driving related) qualifications therefore, I'm not about to tell you what you should do - I know my place.
And here you are.
At my place.
So - welcome.
If you're here for 10 seconds, I won't even know so I won't be offended that you left early.
If you're here for hours and keep coming back, I will consider you a friend because the only thing my diverse yet loyal friends have in common, and what I appreciate most about them, is that they just keep coming back..