Lessons in Tiny Living (& Life in General): 1 Month In


What up party peeps?!

It’s been a damn month already… and it’s only been a month… living and working in the heart of East-Jesus-Nowhere Minnesota!

There’s a lot I’ve been up to, and if you’ve been keeping up with my IG at all, you know that I’ve been venturing into iPhone photography quite heavily in the past couple of weeks. I am so NOT a photographer, but my pics are pretty cool if I do say so myself, so please check them out and lemme know what you think! 🙂

So let’s give you a rundown of my insane assignment here so far:

A deer hit my car on 16 Sept 2016. You read that right — a deer. hit. ME.

I’d gone home early from a ridiculously scheduled shift, slept for a couple of hours at an amazing coworkers’ house, and decided to head back home around 0500 so I could get some time in with the kitties and my “own” bed. I DID come here to experience tiny living, after all, so it felt pretty crappy that I’ve spent all my time working and not at the tiny house!

It was really, really foggy, and I was going the speed limit when I noticed a deer off to my right in a field. Where there’s one, so follows another. I was keeping alert when OUT OF FRIGGIN’ NOWHERE, THE MIIIISSSSST of the damn fog, up pops this deer running into my left front headlight. I caught a glimpse of its terrified face as I slammed on the breaks and… impact. HARD.

She was dead on impact, this adult female deer, and I LOST MY SHIT. I screamed for a decent 10 minutes, crying my eyes out.

1) I love animals, and that just felt so terrible knowing I took a life completely by accident.

2) I had been SO stressed with shitty scheduling (see my post on travel nursing lessons) and run-of-the-mill new job drama and overstimulation

3) I was still pretty fuckin’ tired after that week. Seriously, just go read the travel nursing post. Your blood will boil for me.

Basically, I was doing the best I could, and then I got hit with whiplash and a wrecked vehicle. Thank God it was still safe to drive because I would have been screwed otherwise. As I write, my car is in the shop, and I have a cute little Toyota Camry for all my transportation needs.

When I finally did get a decent chunk of time off just last week (6 days!), I spent the majority of my free time dealing with running errands and going to a physical therapist to get my incredibly bad whiplash injury taken care of. I now I have another obligation in addition to my job during the week, and it’s necessary to even be able to work!

Today finds me frustrated, but doing everything possible to stay positive. You know, things have been so ridiculously stressful that all I can do now is laugh. I wanted the very independent experience, and if I can handle all this shit in a new locale on my own, I can handle damn near anything.

This means: I am so never getting married, since dudes’ egos are so fragile that if you don’t NEED them, they get bored and look for someone who does.

**I bring this up because I ventured into Tinderland YET AGAIN just to find people to hang out with (and flirting is fun, too! I’m young!) and have found quickly that ladies like me who don’t want a relationship or even just hook up are seen as complete shite and a waste of time. So I remain solita atm. Annoying AF. I need people to catch shows with.


Minneapolis is a dream for the music lover in me, y’all. I have a renewed sense of urgency to finish my production certification so I can start making my own material, that’s for sure!


I didn’t even have to push my way to the front row, where I stayed staked out all night with my new friend Lainey, also there solita for a good show, and I had a blast. Seeing them live is never a disappointment, and I guess I could say more on that, but that’s WHY I have a music blog.

I loved my time at First Ave so much that I went RIGHT back the next night to see The Faint and Gang of Four. Also awesome! But reminded me SO MUCH of my environmental soundtrack in NYC and my old roomie and his friends, so I left there a little more bummed than anything. Which sucks, ‘cause that show was fire.

And Tiny Living?!

I love it! I am definitely finding that I want more space than the 150 sq. ft. of Four Lights’ by Jay Schafer Gifford model, so I am certain that my drafted model should be sufficient and comfortable to live in full time. I don’t need much, and am thrilled that I have been able to transition so seamlessly!

Funny story: I realized some weeks ago that I actually have been a part of this “movement” without even realizing it for a couple of years now! I owned a Stewart Park Model home for about 3 years, bought in January 2013 after I’d broken my ankle and was craving my own space after being home with parents 24/7 for a whole month. What I ended up with prior to my move to NYC was a cluttered 384 sq. ft. that was unfunctional (because I’d failed to make it so) and didn’t bring me joy. It wasn’t mine!

Now, part of this might have been locale, as I had been feeling for many years that San Antonio had given me everything I could have gained from living there, and was suffering from a serious case of situational depression. I allowed my place to go to shit. I allowed my cats to continue ruining my lovely home that I, my friends, and my parents had worked so hard to remodel so it felt cozy. It honestly was a very handsome color scheme, complete with light gray walls, a darker gray ceiling, and dark wood-look vinyl flooring and a brand new bathroom vanity. I was sad to see it go when I sold before moving to NYC, but I know it’s in much better hands now. I’m glad I made the decision to sell.

The experience of living tiny now has solidified my decision to build my own home. I want it to be mainly my hands doing the work. I want to say that, not only will I own my home 100%, but that I made it with all the love and dedication I aspire to live my life with. This is quickly becoming a show of self-love that is incredibly important to myself mentally, spiritually, emotionally, and financially.

If I had to sum it all up in a couple of words: the Nomad Niche is going to be a physical manifestation of triumph over shitty circumstances and proof positive that I know what’s best for myself, even if I fuck up here and there. I’m human. My home won’t be human, but it will certainly be the best reflection of the human living within its walls.

I can justify every high-spec item I want because I’m worth the extra effort and expense. I’m worth the time it’s going to take to complete. And I’m eager to share the journey, good, bad, and ugly!

THIS VERY MORNING… I feel like I’m getting my bearings. My schedule is such that I was off for 6 days and then I work 8 days straight. I just completed night 6, and I left my shift on time for a first, and that felt pretty amazing, even if it took a while. All I can do is my best, after all, and travel nursing is NOT a cakewalk for easy money, in case anyone was wondering! 😉 Expect more frequent updates from here on out, too, since I finally have cell service through Verizon and a wifi hotspot! Being forced to live without a constant means of communication has also forced me to do a lot of self-reflection and given me a TONS of topic material. Get ready.

I shall leave you with a few pictures of the past couple of weeks, and sign off. I have more to share in my travel nurse post… check it out! ❤

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