I'm a little bit obsessed with the tiny house movement that's very popular in the U.S. lately. I feel like, in other countries, people have been living in incredible, comfortable, functional small spaces forever, but here in the U.S., we love biiiiiig, sprawwwwwwling homes. Personally I've always preferred small spaces. I've lived in studio apartments more happily than two-bedroom apartments, and when I buy a house someday, I'm hoping to come across some perfect little cottage or bungalow where my family and I can spend many happy years.
If I were to remain single, though, and I decided to buy a place of my own, I don't know if I could resist the urge to find a tiny, wooded lot somewhere just outside the city (or in some little, tree-heavy pocket of the city) and build a Tumbleweed Tiny House of my own. I'm torn about the idea of building a house. I feel like it's a waste of resources when there are so many fine houses sitting empty. But then I see plans for a place like this, and my heart just melts into an ooey-gooey caramel puddle. (Caramel. Yum.)
I'm also really interested in taking non-functional small spaces and turning them into houses. This space is a bit modern for my tastes, but I'm drawn to the ingenious use of space, and also how that one, giant piece of furniture serves as living room, guest room, home office, closet, storage, bathroom, and bedroom. I also love that there's a relatively huge part of the house carved out for outdoor use. I feel like I could live here pretty happily with a few minor touches. And, anyway, it's in Bordeaux. I'd probably live happily in the unconverted garage if it meant I could live in Bordeaux.
I'll grant you that I might be in a little bit of a dreamy state of mind. I'm currently typing this blog post from bed with my laptop on an old yearbook. I don't really have any home office space to speak of, let alone one built into a giant, shiny wooden cube.
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