At the time of my desire to purchase a home, I wasn’t seeking to downsize or live as a minimalist, and the trend towards tiny homes had not yet begun. Having always loved tiny things, the cabin immediately captured my interest, but how could I live in what looks like an oversized dollhouse? I needed to go back again and again because I could not imagine making it work.
My queen sized bed, double dresser, and dining room set were out of the question. And then there is the piano. I drove through the neighborhood countless times – Asheville’s first vacation neighborhood established in the early 1900s called Homeland Park. Pausing in front of the cabins, wishing for a peek inside, I wondered how people were managing.
Being a visual person, artist, and former interior designer, surely I could make this work. Making a list of my furniture and needs, possibilities begin to emerge as I freed my mind from what had always been fixed solutions, such as, how I live without a dresser.
The need to sleep didn’t require a queen-sized bed, as the room would handle a double bed. A section in the closet devoted to shelves would compensate for the dresser and my desk, an essential item, would suffice as a place to eat. The owners were leaving a wrought iron table and chairs on the front porch, making a pleasant place to eat in good weather. The piano could go to storage since I was currently teaching in student’s homes.
I was feeling the momentum of excitement and delight in seeing how I often block possibilities from the limitation of one viewpoint.