Tiny House, Big Love

Reader Contribution by Jen Ubelaker
Published on May 1, 2014
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The person who said, “Absence makes a heart grow fonder,” never had to live in a tiny house.

My husband, Michael, and I have lived in a score of tiny homes during our marriage. My personal favorite was a 12×15-foot forest cabin in the Cascades. There was no official ‘bathroom’ or ‘bedroom,’ just a fold-out couch and a sheet drawn across where the toilet lived. When the bed was out, you couldn’t open the fridge or the front door, and when company came over everyone just ‘held it’ until they went home rather than ask everyone else to go out on the porch and sing really loudly while they went to the bathroom. We were young. It was an adventure. As we’ve grown together, our homes really never got much bigger. That cabin did teach me that I need to have a door to slam, so every home we’ve found since has at least one official “room” where we (meaning “me”) can go to cool off if we need to.

Jen and Michael live in a 100-year-old fixer upper, and their Great Dane looks right at home.

Our newest home is a 100-year-old fixer-upper in an urban neighborhood. We’ve been working at developing our own self-reliance, and this plot of land makes sense for us. We can have our garden, our chickens, our cellar/pantry, and still be close enough that my husband has a short commute to work. The house is still small, and we trip over each other on a daily basis, but it’s a constant reminder to us of the life we’ve chosen. You really have to work at harmony some days, but we’ve found some things that make it easier:

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