The post got a lot of likes and even one friend who said, "me too..." , but then a friend whom I greatly respect posted these words, "why can't you?". That caused me too pause, run through my excuses and promptly forget that little part of me that agreed, Yeah. Why cant I?
Fast forward a bit and my husband randomly selects a movie off Netflix about a guy who dreams about building his own tiny house by hand and then does it. Matt and I are riveted the whole documentary. When it ends we shoot each other a look that says "are you thinking what I am thinking?". The post with the tree house comes back to mind, except this time I don't ignore it and I consider it a little more because I think that maybe, just maybe my husband is on the same page. So, we bring the idea up to the children who unanimously agree that this sounds like a good idea.
Could we? Why not? Are we stupid enough? Are we brave enough?
Matt was told last April that he would be laid off in a year and that time is quickly approaching. What if this was our push from Heavenly father and the Universe? What if we didn't take this chance and years from now we regretted it?
So, we relish in the idea. I tentatively look at it, put it back on the shelf, examine it, turn it around, look at it from another angle.... Matt... well... he becomes obsessed... Literally. Like he eats, breaths, sleeps, wakes up from sleep at 3:00 in the morning and spends six hours researching toilets kind of obsessed. People avoid talking to him because they now realize that this conversation, any conversation, will not end without them listening to him talk about the "tiny homes". Strangers don't have the benefit of this knowledge. They end up being accosted in check out lines, waiting rooms and any other place where a human is stuck and Matt has the chance to talk to them.
Others acknowledge that they think we are crazy and secretly, inside, we smile.
It is crazy.. There is no way around that. It is also scary... and exciting, exhilarating almost. It's nice going to sleep with dreams and walking through the days with plans. Something to learn about, wonder about, look forward to.
Are we crazy, definitely.
Yet, at the end of the day the idea fits us. It fits our values, the way we want to live life, the childhood we want our children to have. I have always said that I want free range kids. Now is my chance.
In a world where people strive for more, what would happen if we appreciated less? In a generation that is looking for distraction, what if we strove for focus? In a culture that looks for reasons to be apart, what would happen if we were forced to be together?
So, who wants to give up on societies idea of normal and live in a tiny home with us? Although, you will have to build your own, ours is full.
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