Considering how much I loathe being late to anything, how I managed to show up so late to my own site surprises no one more than me.
If you’re new here, you are probably wondering if I’m actually building a tiny house at all, eh? And if you’ve been one of the gems that has stuck around, I’d buy you a beer or decaf soy latte. But since I can’t, a virtual high five will have to do 😉
We’ve has an insanely slow, cold, and if you didn’t catch on from my last few woe-is-us posts, very very SICK winter. Such is life when your little person starts daycare, even if its just a few mornings a week. On the plus side, I have perfected the art of nasal syringes and kid-likable green smoothies. +5 mom points.
I’ve felt so disconnected from the tiny house build these few months, we’ve had an exceptionally cold winter, which unfortunately meant zero days for me to make it down to IL to finish up the subfloor. The nearly 2 hours drive it takes to get there, and only having one weekend day to actually make it down there sans-kiddo (when Grammy comes to visit and gives me the free time), prompted some realizations that building my house this way will simply not work.
So here is what is happening:
We are relocating, temporarily, to New Mexico. And we are bring the whole damn tiny house trailer + materials with us.
It will parked in the backyard of the house we will be staying at with family, so it will be ON SITE. That is huge, because since I have rowe, having full long build days is really not an option. It will be much more likely I’ll sneak in an hour or two a day.
I also have my dad there, along with some other hopeful helpers (live in NM? I offer beer, tea, and veggie pizza in trade for a helping hand. And a hug. I love hugs).
Now I’m just figuring out the logistics of moving our supplies down there, as well as how the holy hell I am going to road trip a 22 hour drive with a child that doesn’t love the car. Bless portable DVD players.
It would probably seem more logical to sell my materials here, and just buy new ones down there, especially considering I have gotten so much for free. But…I just can’t. I put SO much work into hustling and retrieving those goods… I’m attached.
Remember the stuffed giraffe you had has a kid? That’s how I feel about my mismatched siding. The hamster you had? Pretty close to how I feel about my front door saved from a tear down just slightly less cuddly- and I can’t put my door inside one of those hamster balls you accidentally kicked down the stairs that one time [THAT NEVER HAPPENED MOM].
So here we go, another new adventure that’s about to be had within a month. The big bonus? My dad will be onsite with me in NM to help, and he’s got every tool and know-how I need. YEE-HAW.
[Yes, I had a hamster named Zippidy as a kid. And on more than one occasion, he accidentally took a zoom down the stairs, shockingly unharmed. Who invented those balls anyways?!]