You ever just jump out of bed at 5 in the morning and run into a full on sprint?
10 months ago (November 2014). Watch 'Tiny' on Netflix. Get addicted to watching tiny house videos on youtube and fall into the fantastic world of it's possibilities. Building my own house had always been a bucket list item. And aside from that, I needed to get out of an expensive beer habit of what's probably the best craft brewery scene in the nation, San Diego.
After 1 month, I'm taking the step. I spot a lot I can build on about 30 miles north of SD. Three RVs are there, an older woman living in a tent with a flat screen TV, a guy building out an apartment in a garage, and a woman with a few kids in the main house on 3 acres. There's 7 kids total, mass quantities of chickens, and patches of gardens. My kind of people and atmosphere. I'll take it. Order my trailer, put together a material list at Home Depot to get dropped a couple weeks after I move. I have to stay in a small run down fifth wheel, no hot water, taking ice cold showers in February and I'm as happy and excited and anxious and nervous and excited again as a bipolar little boy getting on his first roller coaster. I'm designing my tiny house in the mist of the high speed chaos. I've decided to buy the 20' plans from Tiny Home Builders as my base. Being a CAD Profession by trade for the last 20 years, I start redesigning the entire layout in Revit. Every stud is modeled and accounted for and I just keep tweaking and shifting and moving and then rearranging them over and over and just when I think it's pretty solid, I find a new appliance that catches my eye and I'm trying to shift the plan fractions of inches to meet clearances and keep aesthetically pleasing space relationships. I intentionally write this in run on sentences because that was the creative and chaotic nature of the time. My lumber was five days from being drop and getting ready to drive to Salt Lake City to get my trailer. I arrived home at my build site in North County San Diego on a Tuesday evening at dusk and was handed an eviction notice. The reasons for the eviction is a story in itself made for reality television so I won't digress. Went off the rails of the crazy train. The Home Depot order cancelled, the Salt Lake City road trip on hold. What seems like a disaster is sometimes a blessing in disguise.
10 months ago (November 2014). Watch 'Tiny' on Netflix. Get addicted to watching tiny house videos on youtube and fall into the fantastic world of it's possibilities. Building my own house had always been a bucket list item. And aside from that, I needed to get out of an expensive beer habit of what's probably the best craft brewery scene in the nation, San Diego.
After 1 month, I'm taking the step. I spot a lot I can build on about 30 miles north of SD. Three RVs are there, an older woman living in a tent with a flat screen TV, a guy building out an apartment in a garage, and a woman with a few kids in the main house on 3 acres. There's 7 kids total, mass quantities of chickens, and patches of gardens. My kind of people and atmosphere. I'll take it. Order my trailer, put together a material list at Home Depot to get dropped a couple weeks after I move. I have to stay in a small run down fifth wheel, no hot water, taking ice cold showers in February and I'm as happy and excited and anxious and nervous and excited again as a bipolar little boy getting on his first roller coaster. I'm designing my tiny house in the mist of the high speed chaos. I've decided to buy the 20' plans from Tiny Home Builders as my base. Being a CAD Profession by trade for the last 20 years, I start redesigning the entire layout in Revit. Every stud is modeled and accounted for and I just keep tweaking and shifting and moving and then rearranging them over and over and just when I think it's pretty solid, I find a new appliance that catches my eye and I'm trying to shift the plan fractions of inches to meet clearances and keep aesthetically pleasing space relationships. I intentionally write this in run on sentences because that was the creative and chaotic nature of the time. My lumber was five days from being drop and getting ready to drive to Salt Lake City to get my trailer. I arrived home at my build site in North County San Diego on a Tuesday evening at dusk and was handed an eviction notice. The reasons for the eviction is a story in itself made for reality television so I won't digress. Went off the rails of the crazy train. The Home Depot order cancelled, the Salt Lake City road trip on hold. What seems like a disaster is sometimes a blessing in disguise.