Texas Tiny Home Adventure- Trippin’ Momma
When we made the decision to sell 99% of our possessions and travel the world 5 months ago, I booked a tiny home off Airbnb in Austin for what was supposed to be our first month as nomads. However, our lease on the condo we were renting at the time ended up being shortened by 5 months. This meant that the first rental I booked actually ended up being our 6th rental from the time our journey began. Have I confused you yet? I sure hope not.
Anyways, I have always wanted to live in a tiny home. Yes, I’m one of those people who watch Tiny House Hunters on TV and marvels at how families can live in such small quarters and not kill each other. Of course, this meant that when the opportunity of living in a tiny home presented itself on Airbnb, I went ahead and booked it.
I was beyond nervous leading up to our stay. Would we hate it? Would we kill each other?
When we drove up to the property, the actual grounds were not at all how I had envisioned. There were only about 5 homes. Actually, only 3 were actual tiny homes, the other two looked like garbage. One was a semi truck trailer with a porta potty out back and the other looked like a shed overflowing with stuff. It wasn’t much of a community like I was told. It looked more like the makings of a zombie apocalypse.
However, the actual house was super cute.
The teal door with the glass window was welcoming. The floor to ceiling windows were mesmerizing as well as all the other quirky details, like the cute handles on the wall next to the stairs and the dark hardwood floors. The super bright kitchen made everything feel extra homey.
I hesitated when I walked towards the back and saw the composting toilet. It looked so complicated but I was pleased to see a full-size shower next to it and a washer/dryer combo.
Unfortunately, the appeal of all the bright windows was quickly lost when we realized just how blasted hot it was. The tiny home felt like a freaking oven. For some reason, I didn’t think about the Texas heat when I decided to book the place for the month of August. With absolutely no tree coverage and no curtains for a majority of the bajillion windows, the tiny home was a stuffy hell on wheels.
After about an hour, the girls and I decided we couldn’t take the heat any longer so we hopped in the car and headed to dinner so we could enjoy air conditioning again. I even wrote the owner saying that we might have to cancel our reservation because it was just too damn hot in her home. Of course, I worded it a lot nicer.
However, when we went back later that evening, we fell in love with the home. It was simply magical. It was nice and cool inside and you could see the night sky through the skylights. It was quiet and peaceful. I snuck up to the loft to read a book next to my sleeping toddler and the girls played a game down below in the living room area. We made the decision that night, that we would do our very best to see this adventure through.