Could you live in a tiny house?
It’s a question we’ve been asking ourselves a lot over the past couple of days and we think the answer is probably, No.
But we’re not entirely sure.
It’s not as though we live in a huge house right now, although it would be considered palatial by Dickensian standards, where I am given to understand that five families lived in one room in which they shared a tiny bed, cooked over a dangerous wood stove with a dodgy flue and referred to their window as “the bathroom”.
Now those are some people who understood tiny house living.
Our house has two bedrooms and a study that could be a bedroom if you squinted your eyes and turned your head a bit to the side. It has a kitchen with room for a large table, a lounge room and something that I believe is meant to be a dining room… if you can find room for plates and cutlery around the sewing machine and fabric.
We don’t even have an ensuite. Because I really hate them and I don’t even know why. I may be the only person in the world who looks on the lack of an ensuite in the master bedroom as a feature.
When we look around our house, it’s difficult to imagine how we could fit everything into a smaller house… and that’s why it’s so fascinating to see people fitting a whole house into the size of a small caravan.