My new home

My new home

The idea in the beginning was – and still is – to build a wooden tiny house on wheels out of only or mostly natural materials myself. This takes a lot of time and money – especially because I don’t have any idea of what I’m doing… After a lot of dreaming and thinking and planning, but not really getting anywhere, opportunity stared me in the face and I stared back a second and then jumped on it. Opportunity came in the form of an office container. It’s like these standard shipping containers (6 x 2,5 m) that is minimalistically insulated and mostly used as office on construction sites. That’s how it looked when I first laid eyes on my new home. read more

The dream

Tiny House Waggon

A little more than two years ago – maybe even longer than that – I started to realize more and more that there was something “missing” in my life. Since then I embarked on a journey to find at least some of the missing pieces. And now I’ll tell you about one of them.

Among some other things, I started to downsize my life about a year ago. I got rid of a lot of junk that accumulated over the years, and still need to get rid of some more. Also a little more than two years ago I first got the idea of a tiny house on wheels. I had a picture of a wooden, modernized, self-sufficient gipsy waggon in my head – and still have. read more

letting go

letting go

This concept of letting go is a really fascinating one. It is said that by letting go and not holding on to something or someone, you gain much more than you had before. This requires a certain amount of trust in something outside yourself – depending on the situation, that trust is easier or harder to accept. But as long as the whole thing stays a concept – just a theory, attaining that trust is really hard. Even if you experienced it a few times – and were positively surprised that it actually worked – that trust doesn’t come naturally. Is that something that we never had or has our current way of living and the way we and our parents and grandparents trained each new generation to see the world forced us to unlearn that trust? read more

Beginnings…

Beginnings…

Every story has a beginning somewhere. But if you want to identify it, you will rarely find an exact place or a definitive point in time. Since every life is intricately intertwined with the lives of others and with one’s own issues, there are usually no real beginnings, right? Based on this, the first entry in my blog is not a clear beginning, but rather a natural sequence of everything that has happened so far.

A next step. One of the steps that preceded this was quitting my job, completely turning my life upside down, taking a break from society, and getting off the hamster wheel. I moved back in with my parents and tried to figure out what it really is that I want to do, what inspires me. The meaning of my life. In the meantime, I stumbled back into the rat race – much sooner than I had expected. read more