Small Changes Feel Big

I’m continuing to make changes at the Tiny House. Even small changes feel big.

I’ve lived here 2 ½ years, since Oct. 2022 and because it is only 250 square feet—there isn’t a lot of wiggle room. If one thing comes in, generally, another something must go. If I decide to rearrange my upstairs loft space, then it becomes a cascade of changes, one affecting the other.

Exactly what happened this weekend.

I built a cubed storage system ordered off Target. I didn’t realize it was going to be so sturdy—and heavy. So I put it together up in the loft—already a tight space. It came together quite easily without mishap, which is saying A LOT about pack furniture. I then realized it wasn’t going to fit. I was like all those other women who wrote reviews saying it wasn’t what they thought. In my case, it was user error. I hadn’t measured some details, such as the exact length of the top cube, meaning it wouldn’t fit under the sloping ceiling—unless I moved the drawer system already in place.

Out of the loft that went.

One thing led to another and now the cube system takes up as much space length-wise as the drawer system and another flimsy Rubbermaid plastic stacker. Except this new concept looks way more cohesive.

The only problem is that I’ll need baskets or bins or someway to organize my clothes into the cubes. For sweaters I can just stack, but for small thinks like the socks, there needs to be a way to grab and go without always just taking what’s at the top.

So more money, but at least there is more space depth-wise for climbing in and out of the bed and organizing my body before climbing up and down the ladder. Also when all done there will be more storage and a cleaner look—just now feeling the adjustment, incrementally.

These changes, however small or monumental, help me feel empowered. I have agency even in my small ordinary life.

what used to be in the loft

not my loft space, that pic is to come