The little house

Two years ago I moved into a little cottage the size of a tourist cabin. Fifteen feet by fifteen feet. I heard of it through the grapevine and in fact someone I knew had been living in it for about ten years. You can find little spots like this in these antique New England towns. Little houses behind big houses, converted barns and sheds with Portuguese second kitchens in them; spaces Grandfathered in to the town fabric.
While I was considering renting it I spent time just being in the space. Could I do it? Was it TOO small to exist in? I took measurements and tried to figure what I could have for furniture. I was also considering another apartment that was small, but normal small, but it was also twice the rent. I decided to give the little house a try.
It has been a journey on many levels and certainly an integral part of my spiritual practice. In our McMansion world there are some of us who choose to live other ways. Some of us in small dwellings. I look around on the Internet for Sangha and have decided to throw into the lot. Perhaps my journey can encourage someone else. Lots of topics may pop up here as they do in everyday life.