Or how I learned to stop worrying and embrace my living room toilet.
Instead, we secured almost all the funds we will need with credit cards, and started digging. I hope that’s not a metaphor.
I’ve been playing home designer since I painted my walls Weezer-blue, ripped up my carpet and installed astro-turf in my room when I was 13. That is to say, I’ve made my fair share of mistakes.
Most tiny-house photos show lovely, spartan homes, unapologetically shaped like little shoe boxes, clear of any signs of life, save for some dog-eared copies of Kerouac and tiny pots of fresh herbs. Who lives here?