Once upon a time, (ie, last year), we lived in a house in a regular subdivision, with normal, middle-class type folks. We had three bedrooms (but we only slept in one), two baths (well, sometimes we used both of those), a great kitchen/dining/living space, and a separate office that enabled us to sometimes spend time in the house together-but-separate.
It was beautiful. And frankly, it was too much space.
Don’t get me wrong–I could have lived there for the rest of my life. I loved that house. My spouse remodeled it, the yard was great, the neighborhood was nice, walking trails were close, and so on.
But–there’s always a but–we would have been saddled with a mortgage for another 25 years or so. We had neighbors who were just so, so close. We liked them, and we liked our dog having a girlfriend across the street, but we just wanted a little more open space. We couldn’t grow a garden without investing considerable money, due to a strange combination of factors: where we had enough sun, we had too much water. And we had two (and a half) whole rooms we never used.
I really wanted a veggie garden. Maybe some chickens. A goat sounds good. A soap shed…yeah, I’ll take one of those too…
So, we sold our house, bought some land, and, more or less, here we are.
After much debate (and a year in a camper) we decided to be rebels and build a shipping container home.
Stay tuned for part two!