McMansion, meet your nemesis.
I have a thing for tiny houses. I suppose the proper name is “cottage.”
When I was growing up, there was a little house not too far from where I lived. I was always fascinated by it. Who lived there? Were they small, too?
Today one of my dearest friends lives in this same little house. She moved in a couple of months ago and loves it. Because she’s in a wheelchair, the house is easy for her to manuever. Her arms don’t feel as tired.
The floor plan: galley kitchen, living room, bedroom, bath.
There are no walk-in closets. Finding things is a snap. Nothing in the home is superfluous or unwanted.
And last month’s electric bill was a whooping $11!