Long lines drawn by Dreamers are rarely ever straight, but that is alright with me. There are many factors that gathered to create my dream of building and living in a tiny home. Many more ideas and years went by before I found myself as I am now, writing a blog post,while sitting in my home. In 2010, while working on my families farm I discovered a trailer in the woods that sent my mind juices flowing. I spent many hours thereafter weeding between pumpkin plants and Christmas trees conjuring up plans for what my tear drop camper,home or chitty chitty bang bang type vehicle would look like.
No one in my family ever denied that I would one day build something strange, but when I finally got a picture of the trailer and showed it to my Father his two bone chilling words were "too heavy". I could not believe that all of my ideas and plans were not going to be thrusted into reality. That all of the courage that I had worked hard to muster up in order to ask my Grandfather to gift me the trailer was for no good reason.
For the next two years I remained in Indiana hoeing weeds and selling Christmas trees as that old heavy trailer continued to remind me that there must be something different out in the world. A way of life that I could construct and would fit me, whoever that me would end up to be.
No one in my family ever denied that I would one day build something strange, but when I finally got a picture of the trailer and showed it to my Father his two bone chilling words were "too heavy". I could not believe that all of my ideas and plans were not going to be thrusted into reality. That all of the courage that I had worked hard to muster up in order to ask my Grandfather to gift me the trailer was for no good reason.
For the next two years I remained in Indiana hoeing weeds and selling Christmas trees as that old heavy trailer continued to remind me that there must be something different out in the world. A way of life that I could construct and would fit me, whoever that me would end up to be.
