Dreamweaverrs Ponderings

I recently found a really cool website that advertises the small homes they build. I am talking really small from 65 to 774 square feet. Something about these little gems fascinates me. In recent decades the surge was for bigger and grander homes. So why precisely do we need these bigger grander homes? There are many reasons but one is to house all the stuff people collect and save, or as my father called it, the junk.

It seems to me that possessions become a magnet for more possessions. They start gathering together like dust balls that have been left unswept. They just get bigger and bigger and start multiplying. Possessions become the Tribbles of a home. You feed and love them and they start filling every nook and cranny in your house. You open cupboards and they fall out. You put them in the garage and they expand until no car fits in there. Our attics and drawers and surface spaces get filled. Suddenly you look around and ask yourself, “Where did all of this stuff come from?!”

So how much of this stuff is necessity and how much is the result of some human gathering or nesting instinct. Having been in situations in recent years where my husband and I have had to live very, very minimally I came to realize you really can survive and live happily with less stuff. I wouldn’t mind having all the money spent on the stuff sitting around this house I am staying in right now.

 The appeal of those tiny homes is the freedom. The five smallest ones can be hooked to a truck and off you go. They are better than campers. They look like real little homes and they can be equipped like one too. I have too much stuff to live in one, but a person can dream. Can you imagine how easy clean up is or where you could go with one of these?

 Check them out at tumbleweedhouses.com and tell me could you downsize and live in one of those? I think I could do it in the biggest one but the tiny ones would make a nice vacation getaway. Maybe I could have one to live in and a chain of them to store the rest of my stuff in to pull along behind my truck like a toy mother ducky with all its babies in tow, pulled on a string. They are pretty cool. It would be nice to make a lot of this stuff around me disappear and live like that. Simplicity is appealing to me more and more. I think hubby Dee would like it too.

 Dreamweaverr thinks about this wistfully and exits singing, “drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds…”