Books are on the shelves, clothes are in the wardrobe, a single jar of cheerios and three onions are trying to fill out the kitchen cabinets. More to the point, I slept in the house for the first time on Sunday. I’m finally moving in.
Yesterday Mum waded into the bureaucracy of the DMV armed with pictures of the house proving it contains all the necessary elements for modern living. She returned victorious with our VIN and travel trailer designation in hand. It’s official, the tiny house is now suitable for human habitation.