(This post reproduced from the original with kind permission form Matt and Kat, the Hobohemians
Hobos must wander. How can they not? Hobos must leave a place out of principle, out of habit, out of design, or even necessity. (It has been pointed out to me that the true plural form of ‘hobo’ is spelled h-o-b-o-e-s, but it is too late for that now, and I aim to carry this accident forward and own it like a bad haircut, or a mustard-stained shirt.) For most of the past year I had been writing, blogging, journalling, on a very regular basis, and around September, that stopped. The actual construction of the tiny house was imminent, and for about a month, everything else in our lives bowed to its priority. Some time in October, exhausted, broke, and no longer present to the magic of the tiny house project, we had to see that it would not be finished by November, a timeline we had given ourselves based on the cold weather arriving around then, and due to the fact that our little Cadet, though equipped with a catalytic heater (the Olympian Wave 6), was not insulated and would not be habitable in temperatures below about -5 Celcius (this was indicated in places like Santa Fe, New Mexico, sometime back in early January). What had started back in the early summer as a seemingly reasonable deadline had become by October a looming stress. It was decided to drop the self-appointed deadline, and this meant considering options of where to live in the meantime.
It’s almost Christmas now, and a little present in advance is seeing the 140-year-old barn boards go up on the exterior of the house, as we look forward to (finally!) working indoors, and eventually, moving in.
I think I will not wait another three months to write another post. In fact, there’s a lot of photos and stories and things backlogged; I will have to post them one by one, and there will be an effort made to see that happen soon.
Looking forward to all things tiny!