Five years ago I was reading Jay Shafer's story and drooling over the Tumbleweed site with friends.
Three years ago I was watching a friend as he built his own tiny house and helped another friend with hers.
And today, after months and years of devouring tiny home websites and filling pads of graph paper with sketches and ideas, I've actually ordered the trailer that will be the foundation for my very own tiny home!
I'll have the building know how of friends, the research of tiny home bloggers across the interwebs, and the support of relatives far and near. My sons want to help build, and I'm planning a guest bed so my kids can visit (though probably not all at the same time!). But there's no denying this home is being made for me, just me alone, according to my dreams and ideas, and there is something both heartbreakingly wonderful and vaguely terrifying about that.