I finally finished the last page of my Moleskine sketchbook, which I started around October 2013. During that time, we had flown to Burlington, WI. We returned to this frozen custard stand. The last time I was here was more than 15 years prior. As far as I could tell, nothing at all has changed in all that time. The excellent frozen custard was as good as ever. Fifteen years ago, I was still attending nursing school, living in Richmond Va.
Last night, I watched another interesting documentary called Tiny. A guy and his girlfriend spend a year buidling one of those tiny homes (about 130 square feet). Due to building laws, he had to build it on a trailer so that it would officially be considered impermanent housing. Apparently, in Colorado. the minimum square footage is something like 700 square feet unless it is impermanent.
I've been captivated by the thought of living in a small space. The movie delves into the exploding square footage that is considered "comfortable" by most people, and how there are some that rebel against having all that space, and how so many people have to work so much in order to afford such a large home that they can't even enjoy it.
I personally like the idea because it just always seems that the more space we have, the harder it is to keep clean. If we ever lived in a mansion-sized house, we'd have to burn it town for the insurance money every few years because we just don't keep up with the cleaning unless the size of the space is manageable.
Here's the trailer:
It's on Netflix now...