My boyfriend and I were looking at a tiny house that I admired online.
He said: “It’s all very well, but have you noticed how all these people in tiny houses don’t ever have kids? It would never work!”
I took what he said at face value, and laid my tiny house dreams aside for a while. Maybe tiny houses and families didn’t work. Maybe he was right. Maybe it was nothing but a pipe dream.
Outside the box
But then, maybe they do work. Maybe they can work.
Maybe we’ve got our thinking all wrong.
I mean, why should we throw out ideas and dreams just because kids are around?
You know, when I was a kid living in suburban Australia and my Dad suddenly got offered a job in Hong Kong for three years, my parents didn’t say, “It would never work!”
Instead, they just up and sold our house and dragged my brother and me halfway across the globe to Causeway Bay and an apartment seven floors up.
For us, it was an adventure!
And we loved it, and we learned, and we grew. And we had some of the best years of our lives together.
Don’t throw the dream away…
What I’m saying is, maybe our generation has grown cautious. Maybe I’ve grown cautious. We’re sold this idea in our society that kids have to grow up a certain way, live in a certain way.
But kids live all different ways all over the world. As long as they’re loved and cared for, they grow up just fine.
My kids will be just fine. No matter where I live.
Even in a tiny house.
So I’m bringing my tiny house dream back to life again. I’m not sure I’ll give it life, create our own tiny reality or not, but I’m not throwing it away. I just haven’t decided yet. But I’m not ruling it out.
Because I know now: kids don’t make things complicated. It’s we adults that do that.
I know that, whatever I decide, my family will be just fine. Wherever we live.