Tiny House...Big Obsession

"Tiny houses are the next BIG thing" according to the hosts of my new favorite show, Tiny House Nation. There's just something about these tiny houses that are almost alluring. We live in a pretty spacious but cozy home that's far from tiny, yet I'm strangely obsessed with tiny houses.

• Whenever someone posts something tiny house related on Facebook, my feed kinda blows up and I enthusiastically google "tiny houses" and spend at least an hour ogling photos of tiny houses. 
• I'm so excited about Somerville BIG tiny house festival in September. I'm so there and I'm so dragging Adam with me. 
• I would absolutely consider hopping on a plane to visit a tiny house uninvited if only one of my acquaintances would move into one. Build some tiny houses people!!!
• I not so secretly wish I could have a tiny house for my yard so I can go hang out there and pretend to be some sort of tiny house homesteader which might invite unfortunate comparisons to Marie Antoinette now that I think of it.
• I watch Tiny House Nation religiously, more religiously than my actual prayer habits. After each week's episode of Tiny House Nation, I find Adam and hopefully suggest, "maybe we should live in a tiny house?"

Fortunately for Adam, I'm not actually serious about living in an actual tiny house given that our newly renovated kitchen is the size of a tiny house. Why then am I totally enamored with these teeny tiny homes? A few thoughts:

• Tiny houses are so damn cute!
• Freedom! Financial freedom from radical downsizing. Freedom to enjoy life versus the obligation of taking care of stuff.
• Tiny houses are like Swiss Army knives with their ingenious multipurpose design idea.
• Tiny houses need to be so efficiently designed, that there's virtually no wasted space and how virtuous is that?
• I have a hunch that it would be good for my soul to live with less stuff. At least I could finally have some sort of life choice that I could be justifiably self righteous about because my love of junk food is never going to be righteous, it's merely obnoxious. 
• Oh, I forgot to mention that tiny houses are really freakin' cute.

While I will probably never live in an actual tiny house, the tiny house movement does prompt me to be feel gratitude. It also reminds me that if I don't really "need" or "want" a larger home, it's not "unAmerican," it's maybe a perfectly okay choice.