I declared at August Wildfire that I was going to move to Boston. I just moved in today. Here’s to new beginnings.
After much deliberation… I’m moving to Boston.
I’m building my own tiny home.
Shit is about to get strange.
I finally figured out what I want to do with my life! At least for the time being. I’m not taking the conventional route. It’s not the easiest by far. But it will be in the end my greatest lesson.
I’ve had suspicions of the 9-5 job. The white picket fence, micro mansion, filled with shit you don’t ever use. Or need. To impress guests who never actually come over that often. I’ve known families to have multiple dinner sets. My grandmother included. She has a dish for your holiday. You have to clean it. heat and cool your furniture while you’re away at your job. To pay for the space in which you reside. Bills. Rent/Mortgage. Heating and Cooling. Electricity. Wifi, Cable, Water (city/rent), Parking…. When all is said and done, a lot of us are left in debt. Up to our eyeballs in debt. This is real people. And it’s happening to all of us. And it disgusts me. Materials, things… what we own… should never own us. And we are enslaved by the things we buy. Just to keep paying them off.
But, we have a choice. It’s not easy. Actually it’s one of the hardest things I ever had to do and it’s still an ongoing process. I’ve put myself on a materialistic diet. I have also decided to build a tiny home. For those out there who are not familiar, please look up Tumbleweed tiny homes in google. Jay Shafer of Tumbleweed is pioneering what it means to live. To live within your means comfortably. But smaller than the obvious conventional home, this isn’t for everyone. I do love space. I am a rope dart spinner. We need space in order to get those slick shots. So why settle for the tiny home? For the reasons I stated above. I plan on building mine from the foundation of a trailer bed, up. I plan on salvaging as much as I can from local dumps, scrap, or wood yards, Construction sites (with clearance obviously). Craigslist will also be a godsend for me in the future as well.
I plan on making enough money to get me by, saving enough to buy the trailerbed, and going from there for now. I also have been thinking about keeping a blog in regards to building one of these tiny monsters. My plan isn’t conventional. But it doesn’t have to be. I wish to take this lovely little home on wheels to things I want to see and do. And having such a self sustainable home will be pennies on the dollar to upkeep. Which means more time doing the things I want to be doing. Friends. Trips. College finally. The possibilities are endless from my perspective.
Call me crazy, call me what you will, but the greatest things in life definitely aren’t things.
Small personal goal. But there is a great moment when you realize that you filled an entire notebook with your own scribblings, musings, or whatever else you feel like putting in there.
I was actually running two notebooks at the same time. I’m half way through another plain notebook. I’m starting to believe that when you buy the right tools for yourself, you’ll want to use them. Thus finally reaching personal art related goals.