My first home was tiny but cosy. There wasn’t room to unpack, so I continued to live out of my suitcase for another nine weeks. I may have lacked space, but I did have two units with shelves, allowing me to get my food off the ground.
I only took photos of the inside of my hut on the night before moving out, so most of my belongings are packed in these photos.
My hut was wonderfully situated. I could sit on my porch and wash dishes and laundry. I could see anyone who was walking down the long driveway. I could watch everyone going about their daily activities and they could watch me. I could watch the sun set behind the mountains just a few kilometers away. And I could sneakily throw spoiled food into the field behind my house and the chickens would remove all evidence.
We did not have many animals, which was also nice. Just a few chickens and a rooster who didn’t have too many outlandish behaviors or noises.
There were so many nice moments there that truly outweigh the all the complicated parts.