Tiny Houses

Casa mia, casa mia
Per piccina che tu sia
Tu mi sembri una Badia,
Casa mia, casa mia, casa mia.
Traditional text set in 1908 by
Giacomo Puccini (1858-1924)
 
(My home, my home
However small you are
To me you seem a palace,
My home, my home, my home.)

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I find myself daydreaming about the simplicity, flexibility and savings I'd have if I lived in a tiny house. I spin out fantasies of what I'd do with the free time, the extra money and the ability to pick up and go.  Perhaps I have some gypsy blood way back in my Eastern European heritage. For whatever reason, it is powerfully appealing.

BUT

Then I think of the hassle, the getting over the first humps of getting rid of, reorganizing, reevaluating, re-prioritizing, convincing and facing the crowd that usually comes over for dinner parties... the neighbors... my family....  I end up continuing to consume just as much as ever.

I stay on my present course even though in the long run I'd probably save more work than I encountered to set up the project.

What does it take to stop listening to advertisements and listen to yourself? (A war? An economic crisis? A great lecture?) How would you redesign your life if you were choosing and arranging and not leaving things up to convention and commerce? How can the critical thinking and tools of design arm you to imagine the possibilities, make your choice and not be led?

Comments [1]

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this was very interest. i think he is very careful as to how he affects the environment and not many people do that. i've never exactly seen this method but i appreciate his efforts.

Posted by kayloni N Witherspoon on December 04, 2008 at 03:17 PM EST #

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