I like to think that Saint Francis is the patron saint of Tiny Houses. He was known for simplicity, after all. And I like to think that my alternative lifestyle choices are blessed by a saint. I say Tiny House, capital letters, because what we lived in was not a cramped 180-foot-square apartment in a big city; it was a Tiny House. It was designed. It had a full kitchen and two sleeping lofts, and wheels. It was hand-built by my husband and his father. Our intentional attempt at a simple life.

I learned a few things from my attempt at the simple life…