“A journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.” Lao Tzu
In the early summer of 2014 I discovered the Tiny House Movement. I don’t even remember how – it just appeared. I spent months researching online, from all the different companies that build tiny homes, to how to build one myself, to the best heaters and composting toilets – even Tiny House Dating.
As the summer heat pressed upon me, I realized I didn’t want to live in Arizona any longer. The scorching desert and scarcity of water had always freaked me out, and the continuing drought in California wasn’t making Arizona look any better. I had a few places in mind, and after careful consideration about climates, it made the most sense to move to Colorado. I had a few days off, so I decided to get new tires on my Jeep and packed up for a long road trip.
The employer I was working for had facilities all over the state but I applied in Colorado Springs, and did a quick interview. I enjoyed the rest of my vacation and went back home to Tucson. I never got a call back. I was bummed out and frustrated. I called facilities in Denver, but they didn’t need anyone full-time. I started to realize it’s difficult to get a job from out of state, so I let it go. But I was still day dreaming about tiny’s. Maybe I’d just start building a tiny in my driveway? I had lots of space and even if it took me 5 years, at least I would be chipping away at it. But who was going to help me? My dad and brothers? Where was I going to get the money?
Three months later, I got a call from the place I had applied to – they wanted another interview and a quick start date. I told the lady no, as I had moved on from the idea of moving 800 miles away. But the very next day, I was calling her and asking for more details. Six months after my initial itch to leave Arizona, I got the job. I moved to Colorado Springs just before the first snow of winter 2014. Little did I know that this city was full of tiny enthusiasts! Was it divine intervention or just dumb luck?