A Tiny Move for a Tiny House

it's been a great parking spot for a tiny house A new tiny house is moving into the parking spot I've enjoyed for the past seven months, so the tiny house I'm living in is moving on down the road. Literally. I found a new parking spot just three blocks away, so tomorrow morning I'll be packing up my breakables, strapping down my shiftables, and unhooking my utilities. We'll open the gate, hook my tiny house up to a neighbor's 3/4 ton pick up truck, and move the tiny house three long blocks to a new spot where I'll live for the next two months. After that Britt's Bungalow is on its way back up to Olympia where it will be a vacation rental for the summer. It's a tiny tester for people interested in living in a tiny house (or just curious about them).

I feel so lucky to have been a long-term tester of Brit's Bungalow. It's totally Lina approved. I love it! And I've really enjoyed the spot I've been parked, too. Today I'm savoring the delights of this place: the bamboo grove, the clover patch, the chicken coop, the garden, the view through the tree tops, the covered bike parking. It's been a perfect parking spot for a tiny house.

Then This House Dropped Out of the Sky...

We have been joking about how it seems like my tiny house dropped out of the sky like Dorothy's place in the Wizard of Oz. One day there was an empty space in my landlady's yard and the next day it was occupied by a cute-as-can-be tiny house on wheels. Brittany drove her tiny house Bayside Bungalow from Olympia to Portland with me as her copilot. Dylan manned the follow car and kept us posted via walkie-talkie about the reactions we received from passersby. It was amazing how many people completely failed to notice the tiny house on wheels cruising down I-5, but we were glad when Dee Williams called to say she saw us go past. When we stopped at rest stops and went over the scales we got plenty of attention.

We were all a little nervous about getting the house backed into its spot, but Brittany did an excellent job and it's amazing how nicely it fits in. Serendipitously the tiny house colors are exactly the reverse of the colors of my host house! Brittany and Dylan helped with getting the house jacked up and Brittany walked me through all the hook ups and then they headed home and I was left to marvel at how it's all coming together.
Moments later my sisters Amy and Aurora called to say they were on their way. They came by with Lynette's kids forming a fantastic work crew to help me pile my belongings into the wee house: 1 foam sleeping pad, 2 dressers, 2 sets of sheets, blankets, 4 towels, 1 black plastic garbage bag of clothing, a basket of office supplies, 12 books, 3 pots, 1 pan, 8 bowls, 8 plates, 6 sets of flatware, basic toiletries, sleeping bag and pad, a tent, a couple backpacks, my beloved cordless drill and driver set, craft supplies, and 5 boxes of food. They teased me about how most of my stuff was food, but I explained this is the most important part to making my house a home.
Unfortunately, I wasn't set up to cook yet so we headed out to the Alberta Arts district to enjoy a little food cart culture. We dined at the Grilled Cheese Grill and then they bid me good night. I can see Cassiopeia through the skylight of my sleeping loft! It feels like I'm in a wooden tent. So cool!
Tomorrow... unpacking.

The Tiny House Adventure Begins

I woke up at 5:00 am this morning and quickly realized there was no hope of falling asleep again. Today is much too exciting to sleep through! As of tomorrow I'll be one of the people calling a tiny house home. So instead, I am learning how to create a blog...

Two weeks ago today I moved to Portland, OR to begin studies for my masters in urban planning. Over the past two weeks I have:
  • sprawled across my landlady's living room floor studying transit maps and memorizing bicycle routes,
  • realized that the quantity and variety of food available here is enough to make a foodie like me hungry all the time, and
  • enjoyed quality time with the half dozen good friends I already have here, grateful for their willingness to introduce me to this incredible city.
Today I have orientation for my master's program and then I head up to Olympia in a rented F250 truck. Two years ago my friend Brittany built a gorgeous tiny house on wheels and she has agreed to let me rent it from her while I am in grad school. We'll be hauling Britt's Bungalow to Portland tomorrow morning and tomorrow afternoon we'll get the teeny abode settled in the garden. My very first guests will be my sisters Amy and Aurora who are hanging out in Portland for the weekend. (They may become my moving crew. I figure it will probably take the three of us less than 10 minutes to haul my boxes into the house!) Sunday I'll unpack my belongings into the house and Monday my classes begin.
I feel extraordinarily lucky to have found a splendid place to park the tiny house for the year. My new neighbor (and landlady) purchased a house at the end of a dead end street in Northeast two years ago and has subsequently turned it into an oasis of flowers, veggies, berries, and wind chimes. The tiny house will be nestled into the garden between the bamboo grove, the chicken coop, the clover patch, and the cedar fence.
For the past two weeks I've been living in the host house which has been delightful because I've gotten to know my landlady and her housemates. I've also been able to soak up some of the magic of the space she's created. I've taken to sipping my tea in the morning on her covered porch, rain or shine, and watching the birds breakfast on burgundy sunflowers. I, too, have been gorging myself on tomatoes, peppers, kale, zucchini, and broccoli from the garden, as well as helping my landlady plant new starts that we will overwinter. In the evening I like to listen to the crickets and marvel about how it doesn't really get dark here because of the light pollution.
I miss my house, garden, friends, job, and community in Walla Walla, but it's been a relatively smooth transition. I think this will be a fantastic place to live the little life. To me living little means not only occupying a small and simple dwelling but also being conscientious about how I travel and what I purchase and consume. You'll hear more about all of this in time. I look forward to sharing this adventure with all of you!