Neko and I have been living in Tiny Zion for about six weeks now, and to be perfectly frank I love it even more than I thought I would. This doesn’t mean there hasn’t been trials with all the tribulation, but it’s been very good. I like it so much I’m having a hard time… Continue reading In the first six weeks…
In between posts…
There is so much I want to say about the process of getting ready to be ready to move into a Tiny House. Or, rather, what that experience has been like for me. I’ve got my own unique set of circumstances and stuff. But, as the final pieces are coming together for the renovation and… Continue reading In between posts…
In my extra time…
This is a picture of Armani and me. He’s a horse I met recently. I like his style a lot and wish I could wear a braid down the middle of my forehead like that. I went for a long walk with a friend early Monday morning and as we were finishing another friend messaged… Continue reading In my extra time…
In the middle of March…
It was a Wednesday afternoon, and I was having lunch with two of my closest friends at the Liberty Bell. It was a hard day. A bad day in a series of bad weeks. I was struggling with some deeply personal issues while also healing from a broken heart and trying to decide where my… Continue reading In the middle of March…
In the next place…
My next temporary spot on my journey to living in Tiny Zion is an adorable house on the same side of town I’ve lived in for the last seven years. It’s good to be in familiar territory and not always making the wrong turn home out of the Java Jacks coffee shop parking lot. I… Continue reading In the next place…
In the mean time…
I’d like to think that given a great deal of time with not much required of me that I’d do wonderful things. I know better now. I moved out of my regular house on May 31, put all my stuff in storage, and moved into my current temporary abode. Tiny Zion was condemned when the… Continue reading In the mean time…
In the beginning…
In about 1910 a very small house was built in an African American community in Nacogdoches, Texas. See the picture above? Now imagine it without the front portion. Now imagine that tiny bit at the back removed. That was the house. It had an outhouse behind it and the water well that served most of the… Continue reading In the beginning…