The main idea was to find an elegant way to move home to help care for my elderly mother. Having my own home, owning my own place, ruling my own space ... that was all part of it too. As were simplifying my life, and saving for retirement -- and in fact being able to move my home to my eventual retirement destination!
Alas, as the Bard said, "The best-laid plans of mice and men gang aft agley."
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| A lovely broken heart bead, by the talented Friskeybeads, available here at her ETSY shop. |
My tiny home does not fit the local definitions of a granny flat. It has too many axles. It's *too big*. And I am not allowed to live in a trailer anyway. There has been a whole series of misinformation, misunderstanding, and conflicting data, apparently. Plus the fact that no one in municipal government really groks tiny houses, yet.
So now I must move it out of town. And moving it out of town while still working on it, and still paying it off, and still paying rent elsewhere -- AND not being any closer to home to help look after my mother -- all add up to selling it.
It is sturdy and strong and tight and warm. It is well-insulated. It has a lot of windows. And it's at the perfect place in building for a taller person to take over, move a couple of lofts upwards a little, and make it habitable by someone taller than Hobbit-height. The place can be finished, inside and out, to suit the next owner .... as much as it hurts to say that, because I've poured a lot of hopes and dreams and ideals into my home-that-cannot-be.
If you have any interest in purchasing (and hauling away, sorry!) a well-built proto-tiny-home shell in Southern Ontario, with impressive insulation (it's currently WARM inside, just from the dehumidifier running!), please leave me a note below .....
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