Tiny Thoughts in a Tiny House
Trying to find some peace of mind in a tiny home.
It’s early morning, pre-dawn, and I’m wide awake in the bed of a rented tiny home. My feet press up against one wall, my head against the other, forcing me to curl slightly to fit into the cramped bed. The house is indeed tiny, just as advertised. When we first arrived, I joked that the place was so small they could only fit single-ply toilet paper in the bathroom.
As I lie in bed, it feels like I could almost reach out and jiggle the toilet handle without getting up. The place isn’t that small, but the toilet is running, filling the early morning hush with an insistent gurgling sound. And the microwave clock is blinking, flashing an eerie green glow. These minor annoyances are keeping me awake.
To address these issues, I’ll have to get out of bed, but I’m not ready yet. Once I do, I’ll be up for good, and I’m still clinging to the hope of a few more precious hours of sleep. I worry that I haven’t gotten enough rest, and I also worry that I’m worrying too much. What I need more than anything is peace of mind, something that has eluded me back home.
Home is currently in Vancouver, Washington, a suburb of Portland, Oregon. My fiancee and I have rented a temporary apartment in Vancouver so she can work unremotely at her remote job. We…
