For the past 5 months and 14 days, many people have asked, "How's living in that tiny cabin?" And my answer remained an enthusiastic, "It's great!" or "I love it!" or "It's weird but I feel like I'm glamping all the time now!" It's been 5 months and 14 days of bliss and I know people keep asking because they are waiting for that moment that it's not blissful anymore.
I shouldn't find it ironic that day arrived yesterday on February 14, 2016... Valentine's Day. All I wanted was bathtub to soak because I had slept wrong on my shoulder. I am getting over the flu so I spent most of my time laying in bed which meant not much room for anything else. Aside from a desperate need of a bathtub for soaking and endless hot water, I wanted a "real" bed and room to walk around. My bed felt too hard and when I let some air out of the mattress, it wasn't firm enough. I tossed and turned all night and generally felt like I was in a tomb because the air was so stuffy.
Basically, I was a whiny baby who didn't feel good and was starting to experience cabin fever.
Here's the thing though, if I had been in a larger house with a tub and "real" bed, I would have found something else to complain about. Everybody has days when they just want something different that what they have. I think it's important to admit that there are times when the tiny cabin is, well, tiny. And there are days that being in a tiny space is the last place I want to be. Luckily for me, those days seem to be few and far between.
Thankfully, this morning I woke up refreshed. I but away the bed and cleaned up. Opened the windows for light and fresh air. I noticed that the shelves need to be dusted and wiped down, so it's just time for a little spring cleaning. And maybe it's time to start thinking about planting a garden and setting up an outdoor kitchen to expand the boundaries of the tiny cabin.
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