Goodbye Tiny House
Goodbye Tiny House...
Those words bring up many real feelings. In the last 9 months my tiny house has become my home. So when it became time to pack it up, tow it ourselves for the first time, and wave goodbye my heart was on an emotional bungee cord.
We packed the tiny house up with the realization that one can really fit a lot of stuff into a tiny house. We rented a truck for 200 dollars (including gas) to tow the tiny house. Stress was high as we locked the house door, hitched the home to the truck, and Nathan began his first journey of towing our tiny home. I drove behind him as we turned onto the highway and my hands were literally shaking and my toes tapping. I don't have words to describe the feelings as one watches their 12,000lb home, all one's belongings, and husband driving 60 miles per hour down the highway. Actually, all I could think about was my mother. My thoughts were:
"I don't have a strong enough heart to be a mother. My heart is literally quivering as I watch my home, belongings, and husband (my everything) drive down the highway. How did my mother ever let me learn how to drive or enter life on my own. I'm literally a piece of her!" I have a new appreciation for my mother's strength.
When we made it to snowy Canada and stopped to sleep at a truck stop my feelings were confused. Confused at the oddity of waking up in ones own bed, but being at a truck stop. We finally reached our destination in Canada. We unpacked the tiny house, flooded the house again (it was a repeat of day one with the tiny house this time because the outer pipes froze on the trip). We settled my brother into the tiny house because he'll be living in it. And then I waved goodbye. It was sad to leave my home, but I am glad to know it is waiting for me when I return. Now I am excited to be living large; which is the other side of my tiny story. We booked a one-way ticket to Nicaragua!
My new tiny living is my backpack😉