It’s official. I’ve made the very big decision to live small.
The recent death of a friend — Rich Fujita — as well as my experiences with Hospice have made it very clear that life is short. I’m not religious. I don’t believe in heaven or the afterlife.
So it’s become very clear that I should —and need — to live in the here and now.
The decision to build a tiny house is not ground breaking, by any means. If anything, I’m a little late to the party.
Like many things in my life, I’ve been thinking about it for years, but have been reticent to pull the trigger for any number of reasons. But if not now, then when?
Really … when?
Who knows if I’ll even make it another 10 years. I’m not exactly the healthiest person out there. I’m currently overweight. I drink like a fish. And if you believe my dentist, my teeth could fall out at any moment since I refuse to floss.
So here we are. At the start of the tiny house journey.