It Begins
Really, it began yesterday. ‘It’ is life in my big tiny house. Almost every house I’ve ever owned has been progressively smaller. The one I just sold was the only one that felt like home. It was 868 square feet, and I didn’t use all the rooms. The world has gone weird. The place I was living on, Whidbey Island, has become too expensive for me. Selling it gave me the money to buy a tiny house across the water from the island, Port Townsend. Selling my home and buying this house means I can be debt-free. Reason enough? Some wonder how I can leave such a fine place as Whidbey. Whidbey is great, but for me, so is much of Cascadia, the land west of the US Cascades from Mt. Shasta in California to Juneau in Alaska.
This blog is probably going to be more about what life is like for a 65 year-old guy who is slightly (ha!) overweight, over 6 feet tall, and not as strong limber as before. Welcome to aging. If you haven’t experienced, wish that you do because that means you’re alive; but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.
My intent was to launch this site within hours of receiving the keys. That’s an epic story that involved elephants of the US economy jostling each other while many of us mice tried to not get squished. Eep.
https://trimbathcreative.net/2024/05/10/my-money-and-almost-my-house-lost-in-the-wire/
That blog is more than a decade old, and is primarily focused on personal finance. It is based on a book I wrote, Dream. Invest. Live., that I was encouraged to write because I retired at 38. Evidently, something went amiss and my retirement was un-retired. I hope to write the sequel, From Middle Class to Millionaire to Muddling By, but there are a few other books to write first.
https://www.amazon.com/stores/T.-E.-Trimbath/author/B0035XVXAA
More immediately, I have to squeeze a queen-sized bed into a space barely larger than it, and sort through a storage unit nearby and another back on Whidbey (‘just’ a ferry away). Posts will happen when they happen. Such a move is an uninterrupted challenging of why I own these things, why I want to live this way, what I am giving up, and what I may be gaining. As writers know, it is all material. After having written so many books I recognize that memory is malleable; capturing thoughts, emotions, and insights should be done soonest. Just don’t drop a box while reaching for a pen.
Stay tuned. And welcome to an episode in the life of someone who has been writing about tiny houses back when they were truly tiny, 128 square feet? Ha! This 390 square foot house is a palace! That requires a storage unit for my stuff.
It begins.
