Pondering: small as a lifestyle…
In my widowhood, after I had moved to northeast coastal Florida with Sophie the Wonder Dog and my mischievous cats, I rented a small, two-bedroom house while I searched for a permanent place.
Then I found a two bedroom condo I’m extremely fond of where I’m truly blessed and happy. It’s small and cozy. My living room has a nonworking fireplace. When I put up my two Christmas trees, it was remarked that it looked like a doll house. I enjoy my doll house. My faux green tree has all the traditional ornaments I brought down with me from Brooklyn (NYC). That’s my 14 year-old cat Scooter under the tree. Scooter had a stroke right before Christmas and walks with his hind quarters swaying, but he’s doing fine, living his life.
It’s my firm belief that every Florida home must have either a white, pink, or blue Christmas tree. That’s simply part of Florida culture, in my opinion and it’s so fun. I chose a small white tree, and it has all of my pet and animal ornaments on it.
Yes, I ‘went small’ after my husband passed, and I came to Florida. I moved my furniture south by truck because I knew my budget would not allow for me to buy all new furniture.
She watches over the activities of her household, And does not eat the bread of idleness. ~ Proverbs 31:27, New American Standard Bible [NASB]
Since I relocating to Florida, I’ve become fascinated with videos, pictures, and stories about people who have chosen to leave their apartments and/or big houses behind and move into tiny houses. They’re kind of a new pioneer breed, and they are interesting. I enjoy looking at their tiny homes. This eclectic wooden planked tiny house is so cheerful and fitting to its forest environment. Instead of a foundation, it’s on wheels. So cute.
I’m not talking about a tiny vacation home, but of people who have chosen to live their lives full-time in a tiny house. It’s a new way of thinking as well as living. I imagine, they would first have to change their mind-set from living large to living small. That was something I did quickly. Where do I want to live? Florida. How do I want to live? In a space that requires a lot less maintenance than my house in Brooklyn. That had a lot to do with the fact that I’m a senior citizen. This was the main reason I chose to live in a condo, where the ‘association’ maintains the outside of the buildings and does the landscaping. In terms of a tiny house, it would also take a lot less energy and effort to maintain than a regular sized house. ~ Here is the interior of a rustic yet modern tiny house.
I’m not advocating for tiny house living, not even for small or scaled down living. Each person has their own needs. Each season of life has its own needs. And I’m not even sure why tiny houses fascinate me, but they do.
Private Detective Veronica “Ronnie” Ingels escapes Brooklyn (NYC) and her cheating husband. She finds herself in a small town in Texas suspected of murder where she is living in a small room above a small diner. HARMFUL INTENT.
Nike N. Chillemi ~ mystery & a merry heart 