Purchasing a trailer has been one of the steps I have fretted about the least and the most at the same time.
That’s mostly because, let’s get real, trailers are freaking EXPENSIVE. Call me your average girl with very little prior knowledge about trailers, but hey! I had no idea that a hunk of metal and rubber could ever be so spendy. So, when it came to pulling the trigger on a trailer, it felt like a necessary step. Albeit, not the most exciting item I’ve ever spent my hard-earned dollars on, it was extremely meaningful one. You don’t spend literally THOUSANDS of dollars on a hunk of metal that is 24 feet long and then not use it. Purchasing my trailer was most certainly my moment of commitment, and meant I was going to build myself a house!
Hello everyone! It has been tooooo long. I have not posted mostly because, to be entirely honest, things have simply not gone to plan.
This post is about that.
This blog's subtitle, "Girl + Trailer + Ridiculous Optimism," sounded great at the beginning of the project. I still like the phrase, but it has certainly caused me to realize some nitty-gritty kinds of things about this tiny house project, and (surprise, surprise!) about life in general.
Particularly pertaining to the way with which we use the word "optimism."