I’ve been *camping overnight in a tiny trailer that currently lives in my backyard. I think I might have been a trailer person in a past life. Something about tiny spaces suits me. I like the snail feeling of carrying your home with you wherever you go; you never forget things that way. I like having less and using it with more reverence. In the morning I linger in my bunk, look out tiny windows at the Big Wide World and eventually make my way to my also really quite small farmhouse to feed the cats and yet, for a moment on entering, it feels, by contrast, SO BIG… all this walking space… look how many steps I can take before hitting a wall. It amazes me every time.

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Image courtesy of Wiki, i.e., not my campsite. The clue is in the shoes.

 

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