As a single person, the idea that I might someday be able to own a home has seemed very far out of reach. While I absolutely love my job, working in public service is never a position that is going to include a salary that allows me to do all the things I want, yet still have money leftover for a mortgage, car insurance, utility bills, and student loan payments.
I’ve found that I place much more value on experiences, being able to travel and do the things I want. I still wanted to have my own place, however, which put me in a difficult position. For a long time, I struggled with deciding on the best option that would allow me to have both. A tiny house seemed like a perfect solution.
I spent a long time researching, weighing options, and trying to make a decision. A house, even a tiny one, is a big commitment. After months of of indecision on my part, something exciting happened earlier this week.
My tiny house was delivered!
I’m glad I was at work during delivery. This is mildly terrifying.
While I enjoy the idea of growing my own food, gardening just isn’t really my thing. I tend to get really excited, plant a bunch of stuff, then lose interest midway through the growing season. I think this is likely because I’m just not very good at it.
In the past, my attempts to grow things have largely been a disappointment. Bugs ate my broccoli. My tomatoes got blossom end rot. The wind blew over my pepper plants. The only things I seem to be successful at growing are onions, lettuce, and cucumbers. Basically things that are easy.
Lucky for me, my backyard flock is always ready to lend a helping hand.
Sometimes I embarrass myself. I should amend that statement because it’s not just sometimes. It’s frequently, in public, and usually in quite spectacular fashion. It’s not that I mean to be such a dork, but I just can’t help myself. I am not someone that can remain calm, cool, and collected when meeting those I adore.
As a teenage girl, I was completely irrational and melodramatic. I bought ridiculous teenybopper rag mags and plastered my walls with the fold-out posters found inside. I filled journals and scrapbooks with my overwrought emotion, sure there could never be another as great as whichever celebrity or athlete I fashioned myself in love with that week. I begged for concert tickets and collected ridiculous memorabilia. I fainted at an Atlanta Braves game.
I was a hot mess.
Growing older, I’ve learned to keep myself in check, sort of. I still wrap myself passionately and wholeheartedly into things I enjoy. I still find myself inspired by people I admire. I still DVR Tyler Florence on Food Network and have a bookshelf full of Chipper Jones memorabilia. I might have cried at a John Mayer concert, but I’ve managed to become at least a little more balanced.
While mindlessly browsing and trying to kill time, Facebook suggested a nearby event to me. It was a political event I’d attended in the past, so I gave it a second glance. When I saw the featured speaker, I immediately knew I had to be there.
While most people probably don’t find themselves completely freaking out over being in the same space as a politician, I have perfected the art of Randgirling.
The weather here has been absolutely terrible this week. Lots of storms and wind, with the occasional tornado watch nearby. My office doesn’t have a window, so I often don’t even realize the extent of what’s going on outside. Sometimes, if I hear rain pounding on the roof of the building, I’ll walk out to the lobby to check things out. Most of the time, however, I’m so engrossed in work that I’m kind of oblivious to what’s happening around me.
Today, I could hear the wind and rain, so I realized there was a storm brewing, but it didn’t seem so bad those few times I walked to a window to check things out. I saw photos of nearby towns in my newsfeed and also knew that the town where I work had dismissed school early. Those should have been my clues that the storm was worse than I feared. It wasn’t until my mom called to let me know that my chickens were running around the yard that I fully understood just how strong the winds were.
On Saturday, I made a much needed trip to the grocery store. I ended up stopping at Kroger and Aldi. Both of these are a bit of a drive from my hometown, but it’s worth the extra time and distance to find more variety. Of course, my Aldi is in the middle of a remodel, so they will be closing soon for that to be completed. I am excited that they’re making the store larger, but I’m going to be a mess for the month that they’re closed. Where am I going to get cheap veggies and heavy cream?!