Houses have never really meant that much to me.
Maybe it’s because I lived in over fourteen different ones before turning 18.
Maybe it’s because I ended up upside down on my very first house purchase, thanks to the mortgage crash of 2008.
Maybe it’s because all my most treasured memories take place outside my house – on a desolate beach at dawn, breathing in the 14,000 ft view that inspired the authorship of “America the Beautiful”, or snuggled up to my soldier post-deployment in temporary military housing.
Houses – big or small – don’t seem to make much of a difference to the inhabitants regarding the quality of life. I’ve known many a miserable person to live a 7,000 customized square feet, and met many a happy individual to have little more than a tent to call their “home”.
If you’ve ever met me in person, it’s no secret that I’m not a native Kansan.
I drop way too many “y’all’s”, own way too many sundresses, and spend too much time researching the ultimate fried chicken recipes to be considered a natural born child of the Sunflower State.
So how’d I end up living on a recently revived homestead nestled in the Flint Hills? By quite the circuitous route.
It all started in Memphis, TN – our nation’s most dangerous city. I was raised in the shadow of Elvis, half a dozen Evangelical (or Fundamentalist, depending on your political leanings) cult leaders, and the ultimate sweet sauce BBQ. Continue Reading…
You may recall from a previous blog post, my husband and I built a tiny house.
Just the two of us, with a budget of $1,000. Yes, I know that sounds crazy, but it turned out to actually be doable.
And now it’s almost done – done enough for a blog tour! Everything has been installed with the exception of a modern bathroom (we do have an outdoor shower with running water), a functional kitchen (good thing I married a grill master), and AC/heat source (currently going old school on this).
While our tiny house isn’t currently HGTV standards, it’s been a really educational experience (never thought I could actually build a house), along with providing a super low cost project with awesome return (thanks to my squirrel-like salvaging skills, we currently have less than $800 in the entire tiny house build).
The house provides us both a place to “go chill” and allows us a place to catch up on some uninterrupted R&R without breaking the bank or disrupting our penny-pinching savings plan.
I’m an HGTV addict.
Cold wintry western days, you can find me (and my three 90+lb dogs) snuggled up with a cup of warm tea, binging on the latest International House Hunters, Flip or Flop, and Tiny House, Big Living.
I love learning DIY tips, watching real estate transformation, and getting to know the families behind the buys (and sells) that take place on the station.
Over the past few months, I’ve become quite partial to the tiny house shows – Tiny House, Big Living, Tiny House Hunters, and Tiny House Nation. I’ve watched in awe as families forgo over 2000 sq feet of living space in favor of less than 200, simplified their lives, and realized their dreams of travel, hobbies, and other lifestyle options many of us wish for but put off in lieu of a “normal” rent or mortgage payment + upkeep.
Entrepreneurship isn’t easy.
It doesn’t always turn into an overnight success; instead, it’s often characterized by endless sleepless nights and gut turning “oh god” moments.
Your employed friends don’t exactly “get it” – the 100+ hour work weeks, the cash flow “issues”, and the overall pain of hinging your future on your own idea. What the…?
Starting my own business, I was immediately struck by how many areas of “normal” life were affected or eliminated by my entrepreneurial status.
All the financial advice I’d received went out the window when I was no longer drawing a salary. My ability to buy or even rent a place to live got super complicated, and the employment benefits I’d so taken for granted – health insurance, life insurance, 401k – were gone.