First: everything is cuter when it's little. Think about it. Baby critters. Tiny stuffed animals and toys. Cupcakes. Baby shoes. The smaller the more adorable. Even teeny spiders somehow manage to be cute. I'll still squish 'em, but they're cute. Tiny houses are SO CUTE.
Second: I like the notion of scaling back and having less. (Except for books, but I'll get to that in a minute.) I like the idea of taking up less space and trying to meet your needs in a way that makes sense and is sustainable instead of surrounding yourself with ALL OF THE THINGS.
(Again, unless the things are books. Because you should totally surround yourself with books.)
Third: Cleaning it would be a snap. It's a tiny house! How dirty could it get?
I keep seeing teeny, tiny, minuscule, incredibly awesome houses on social media, and I keep thinking: I want one.
And to be honest? I think the Fella and I could pull it off. Our apartment is teeeeeeensy (studio! One room!) and has one functional closet and we're making this work. We could completely live in a tiny, sweet, cozy little house.
Well, we mostly could live in a tiny house. We would just have one, not insignificant problem.
I know what you're thinking: Just get an e-reader!
We have e-readers.
We have two, in fact.
And yet, despite that, we also have seven shelves full of books in the house and about eleven crates and bins of them in storage. (There are also several shopping bags in there that I suspect hold books, but at this point I'm afraid to look, because I think that might mean that we have the kind of problem that calls for a twelve-step program and anonymous meetings that ABSOLUTELY cannot be held in libraries.)
Our love of books is a speed bump on my personal tiny house highway, but despite this, I don't -- we don't -- stop getting books. We're book people, you see. We love them. We need to be around them. We need to be able to see and touch and open them.
I'll figure this out at some point. I will.
And when I do? The tiny house will have a not-so-tiny library.