I’ve lived in some small spaces. They were ok, but for a time I wanted more space. I wanted room for the cookware that would allow me to take things to work, for clothes both for the weekend and the workweek, for the games to entertain with when people came over. Then there came a time when I didn’t need space for those things. I’d hit a different point in life. I’d had my career, my bigger house, my nice things. For awhile I enjoyed them, but then they started becoming annoyances. My friends wanted to go out together, not go to people’s homes. My job changed so I no longer needed to take food to work or several wardrobes. I’m happy with the changes. My life has turned around. Now I want less things, not more. But I want more of other things. More savings toward retirement, more outdoor activities, more free time. Still, a tiny house isn’t for me. I want safety and security, comfort and warmth. I want the freedom not only to do more of what I want (less maintaining and cleaning) but also to enjoy my indoor spaces completely and constantly.
For me, 400-500 sq ft seems adequate. I’m trying on about 500 sq ft for size now, and so far it’s working well. I’m using the space, not just filling it. Yet I don’t feel cramped and I haven’t needed to give up anything that I enjoy. For me it’s not about living in the smallest space possible, but using the space I have well. It’s about balance, not about either extreme.