Okey dokey then, now that I've shaken off my insecurities of writing, it's time to write.
I guess I'll start with a brief explanation of how the heck this Massachusetts girl ended up in a THOW (tiny house on wheels) in smack dab downtown Orlando...
I guess I'll start with a brief explanation of how the heck this Massachusetts girl ended up in a THOW (tiny house on wheels) in smack dab downtown Orlando...
The adventure started back in November of last year, when I finally built up enough courage to click, "book your flight". For $70 I had just purchased a one way ticket to Orlando, FL on February 9, 2015, my 21st birthday. I had no plan, no reason, and just enough money saved up.
10 weeks. I thought that was plenty of time to figure something out.
Well.. 9 weeks went by and not much had changed. I had no plan, no reason, and just enough money. Only 2 people knew about my escape plan. The only 2 people who's opinions seemed to matter, but with 1 week until my flight and no plans, even my brother and my best friend had their doubts and concerns.
I, on the other hand, still felt pretty confident. Looking back it was mostly because of how naive I was, but still, it was so liberating not knowing what was to come of this crazy leap of faith.
So with one week to go, I was just browsing on Tinyhouselistings.com, more so looking for an RV or some awesome pimped out school bus that I could cruise the country with. Most of these searches were due to daydreaming and were never seriously pursued. But this one day, one week before my life was supposed to really start, the first listing on the page reads, "TINY HOUSE IN ORLANDO. BEST LOT IN THE PARK"
"NOOOO WAY!" is all that was going through my mind. "NO WAY, NO WAY, NO WAY!!!" I wasted no time at all and before I could even finish going through the pictures I was emailing, texting, and calling the number listed for the ad. I thought for sure this little treasure would be gone. But at the same time, the second I saw it, I knew it was mine. It was destiny.
Still waiting for a reply back, bouncing with excitement, I ran downstairs to my brothers room. "LOOOOOOOOOOK WHAT I FOUND! IT'S MY HOUSE, IT HASSSS TO BE MY HOUSE!" My brother took one look at it and shook his head... he took a step back and looked at me and said "I've seen this house in a dream".
A dream.. that's what it all felt like.
3 days later, the house was officially mine. With 4 days left in Massachusetts, I finally let my Mom and Dad in on the secret. Oh, my poor parents.. luckily my whole life leading up to this day had taught them to expect surprises like this from me.
February 8th, 2015 I cashed in my ticket, packed up my car, and drove 21 hours to my new home.
10 weeks. I thought that was plenty of time to figure something out.
Well.. 9 weeks went by and not much had changed. I had no plan, no reason, and just enough money. Only 2 people knew about my escape plan. The only 2 people who's opinions seemed to matter, but with 1 week until my flight and no plans, even my brother and my best friend had their doubts and concerns.
I, on the other hand, still felt pretty confident. Looking back it was mostly because of how naive I was, but still, it was so liberating not knowing what was to come of this crazy leap of faith.
So with one week to go, I was just browsing on Tinyhouselistings.com, more so looking for an RV or some awesome pimped out school bus that I could cruise the country with. Most of these searches were due to daydreaming and were never seriously pursued. But this one day, one week before my life was supposed to really start, the first listing on the page reads, "TINY HOUSE IN ORLANDO. BEST LOT IN THE PARK"
"NOOOO WAY!" is all that was going through my mind. "NO WAY, NO WAY, NO WAY!!!" I wasted no time at all and before I could even finish going through the pictures I was emailing, texting, and calling the number listed for the ad. I thought for sure this little treasure would be gone. But at the same time, the second I saw it, I knew it was mine. It was destiny.
Still waiting for a reply back, bouncing with excitement, I ran downstairs to my brothers room. "LOOOOOOOOOOK WHAT I FOUND! IT'S MY HOUSE, IT HASSSS TO BE MY HOUSE!" My brother took one look at it and shook his head... he took a step back and looked at me and said "I've seen this house in a dream".
A dream.. that's what it all felt like.
3 days later, the house was officially mine. With 4 days left in Massachusetts, I finally let my Mom and Dad in on the secret. Oh, my poor parents.. luckily my whole life leading up to this day had taught them to expect surprises like this from me.
February 8th, 2015 I cashed in my ticket, packed up my car, and drove 21 hours to my new home.
