Three Years in a Tiny House

Three Years in a Tiny House

Three years in a Tiny House. Wow, that’s a long time. For those of you who have been following me since the beginning, you know that this house has seen me through many chapters and will continue to evolve as my life evolves. It’s time for my annual update, reflection, and a glimpse of the road ahead.

The first year after I finished building my Tiny Home, I traveled over 25,000 miles with my house in tow. I recall that year with such joy; it was one of the best years of my life. The second year I traveled less with the Tiny House, but more abroad. I shared my Tiny Home with someone else during year one and two, but that abruptly ended in early 2016.

Three Years in a Tiny House

Three years in a Tiny House… and this year has been very different.

For the first time in my life, I lived alone. I bought my ex-boyfriend’s portion of the house, and it became 100% my responsibility. When something breaks, I fix it. If the house is dirty, I clean it. When I want to upgrade an appliance or change the decor, I do it without asking for permission. At first, that made me very sad. Sharing a home, even a tiny one, has its comforts. Living alone can be scary and, well, lonely. It was a difficult transition for me.

At some point, and I can’t remember the exact moment, everything changed. My new found independence became liberating. The quirks that I see inside my home every day still feel nostalgic, but in a good way. I remember every screw, nail, and crack with warmth. And new stories have begun. Today, my house embodies my personality and mine alone. No one will ever care about this sculpture of wood more than I do.

Three Years Tiny House

My house hasn’t moved, not even an inch, in more than a year. There were many nights when I sat alone in my nook, listening to the rain tapping on my roof. In the mornings, as I slowly open my eyes, I have watched many times as sunbeams break through the tree branches above my skylight. I’ve become accustomed to the place I live. The sounds and the smells are familiar. My house has expanded beyond its walls.

Living small is about constant redesign and rediscovery.

I did a lot of work on the house over the past year to make the house more me. My construction and creativity skills have flourished. I built a winter skirt, installed new cupboards, shelves, and a bathroom door, replaced the curtains, pillows, bedspread, and I hung new art on the wall. I started a garden and bought myself a set of power tools. My Tiny Home received a makeover and, in many ways, so did I.

Three Years in a Tiny House

Living small has changed the way I think about material belongings and consumerism. Whenever I’m in someone’s large home, I find myself counting all of the unnecessary items. I’m amazed at the things people surround themselves with. A fake bowl of fruit? A frame without a photograph inside? A collection of spoons, shot glasses, teddy bears, or… really any collection at all? When a large space is cluttered, it’s almost unbearable for me. I wonder how anyone can live this way. It’s ironic because many people ask the same of my lifestyle.

**Watch a new video tour of my Tiny Home**

I want to help everyone downsize. I’d like to strip my friends’ homes of trinkets and give them their money back. But I bite my tongue. It’s just so difficult to witness others filling every inch of their humongous homes without a thought. A revolving wheel of buying, filling, storing, and items gathering dust. It’s almost like they can’t stand seeing empty space on the wall or a gap in between pieces of furniture. They have to fill it. But why?

Learn to love the empty space in between.

Not only in your home, but also in life.

The ability to cherish emptiness is one of the most important lessons I’ve learned after three years of living tiny. In many ways, this year has been my empty space. It has been my time in between big chapters. A time for me to push the reset button, and get ready for what’s next.

Three Years in a Tiny House

After three years, what is next? 

Year four has already begun, and my house is evolving to meet my new needs. I’m doing more redesign, and I’ll be making a big announcement in the next few weeks. Stay tuned.

My home works for me, whichever “me” that I currently am or decide to be. As I change and age, my house will too. Our relationship is one of symbiosis. Three years may seem like a long time to live this way, but there are many more years ahead for this relationship to grow and expand. Although, the walls will always stay in place.

Photo credit: Dylan Magaster’s video tour of my Tiny Home

Drone shot taken by Jonathan Benabed



  1. Mike
    December 28, 2017 / 4:25 am

    I just stumbled onto your you tube channel and watched almost all of your videos. My daughter has been travelling and talking about tiny living for the past year, I think she inherited some of my zest for living and wanting to explore.
    You are an inspiration for everyone to live life to the fullest and take nothing for granted.
    I’m looking forward to watching your next adventures.

  2. User Avatar November 14, 2017 / 3:06 pm

    It’s good to see another woman doing this on her own! I am almost done with my house and this past year I have been on my own totally and frustrated with the major things like getting the electrical done all the way and finding help that does their job correctly verses sloppy and incomplete. It’s hard to find another person to come in to correct the mess they can sometimes leave behind. Hopefully I will be able to live in mine before the snow starts flying. I live in NH and that can be fun!!! I enjoy your posts and have learned a lot from reading them. You do a great job!! Thank you! Megan

  3. Yvonne
    October 21, 2017 / 12:07 pm

    I find myself saying this more and more as I get older. Mine however, came about in a different way. You see I lost my parents within one month of each other and as I was going through their things – although they meant a lot to my parents it was just stuff to me. Stuff collecting dust – I am in the process of downsizing – not sure how far down I will get but I have definitely learned that there is wayyyy more to life than STUFF and I want to experience it before I am gone. With this being said – I am not a collector of things – other than my christmas decor and my walls are already plan (never have been one for collections) Thank you for sharing your journey and your honesty is refreshing!

  4. Mikaylah
    October 11, 2017 / 7:38 am

    So true about people feeling the need to fill empty space! My mother owned 17 spatulas. Who in the world needs 17 spatulas when they’re not a bakery?? lol

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