Scanning through all of everything. Just a cursory tour though, because in-depth intimidates me from writing at all.
In November I moved into The Bindle Drum, my tiny home on wheels.- designed by me as a private sanctuary for a reclusive fiber artist vintage dancer, a poodle familiar with a name bigger than her ability to cope when master leaves, and a black tabby who is secretly white and good at scaling the sides of bookshelves like a rock climber. I named my home with twentys slang. Bindle meaning bundle (like that with which a hobo carries all of his possessions) and drum meaning speakeasy- a smugglers bar that served alcohol during prohibition.... though I associate speakeasy more with secrecy, atmosphere, magic.. everything from that time. I rented space in the backyard of a person who answered my search ad on craigslist. Living there was good. I was close to downtown, could walk there when I wanted. I befriended another local tiny house dweller (and builder)- Danny, who lives in Snails Away: The Fiddling Snail, and sometime around February or March (there is some debate here) we were dating... whatever that really means. Mid/late June an opportunity knocked.. to move our homes to a homestead 10 minutes out and live there together month to month for a reasonable rent wile the owner tried to sell. So we moved into the main house and, as a business experiment, listed our tiny homes on AirBnB. It was very successful. We made good money, felt good giving dreamers the tiny house experience for a night or two, and fueled our own dreamers' fires.. imaginings of beautiful land with a clear stream and very large swimming pond. A camp of tiny homes circled around a campfire, a village of tree houses clinging like turkey tail to high boughs, a very whimsical floating home armada curving like waves, green roofed bath houses, stone domed saunas, spiral mosaic outdoor showers, sunset baths, and separately off to the side somewhere, a little homestead centered on a co-designed dream home, wrapping around an old growth tree, with transparent walls and outdoor beds, dance floors, fish swimming up to the wild flower roof. woodshop, fiber shop, goats, ducks, gardens, and so many poodles.
After about a week we were finally settled in, and then the house sold. We moved out 45 days later.
Now we've moved our tiny homes and one more which Danny's building for a client, further out, onto our friend Aaron's beautiful land. There's a swimming pond here. It is peaceful... on the surface. We are living in our tiny homes again and not renting them out. Im glad... have really missed the Drum. The cat likes it better here too, pulling herself vertically up the bookshelf. She is transitioning to being outdoors part-time, but does not like it when I'm not around. The transition for us, so many of them, have been very hard. We will see...