Even though I took my birthday week off, I’m coming back with a self-indulgent theme; the winter storm I just weathered in my tiny house, with pain, limitations and all. This is something that will touch most of us at some time or another—survival skills in storms and natural disasters.
Some of us live in very sheltered conditions out of necessity or privilege. My budget limits my choices, and I chose a rugged lifestyle over the other options available. I would easily qualify for a housing subsidy, but I’d have to live in a complex. I went with a tiny house on wheels so I could enjoy privacy and pleasant surroundings, and be able to move elsewhere if my space stopped offering those things. Quiet, and a level of control over the sound profile in my environment, are critical for my health. I could not have that in subsidized housing. Even the low-end condominium I left last year was noisy enough to keep me constantly stressed.