Dad isn’t very happy with my tiny house notions, or with the land I chose. Or so he says. But he’s been out mowing the grass, pulling and salvaging siding, cleaning trash out of the yard… I think he likes it more than he wants to let on.
I’ve learned a lot from him–I know I don’t want to mow two acres because he has three and they’re a lot of work. But I do know mine can go back to natural habitat. He doesn’t understand that yet, but I think in time he will. I grew up reading floor plans because he always wanted to build a house. He didn’t, but I know I can because of what I learned from him. Even my saving and living with less stemmed from lessons I learned from my family growing up-a family that had a large garden and several fruit trees, who canned fruits and veggies, who pressed cider and lived without air conditioning, cable, video, or a microwave very happily for many years.
Maybe part of why what I’m doing concerns Dad is because he remembers that time differently than I did. He remembers the work and the stress of never feeling he had quite enough. There will be work enough, still. There is work in any dream. However, I’ve come to a place in life where the things don’t matter, and where I realize I’m actually happier and healthier without many of them. I feel richer now than I ever have, even though I have quite a bit less than I’ve had for many years.