Living large in a tiny house

Forgive me for I have sinned. It's been three years and three months since I last blogged.
And when a friend - yes, you, Nathalie Craig - suggested I reboot my inner blogger in order to share my tiny house journey, I thought, why not?
There are plenty of reasons why not: I have two jobs, a uni course, and a tiny house to build. Plus, I like watching television and trolling Facebook for tiny house, cute cat, and pimple popping posts. And I've joined the School of Hard Knockers, the fabulous choir that is set to go on a world tour of the Greater Hunter next year! (Watch this space)
But reasons why I should include 1) it is fun 2) it is easier than keeping a diary 3) one day I might monetise and be independently wealthy and 4) I don't want to start my uni assignment.
What is the point of a tiny house, my friend Kirsten Mulley asks?
In a nutshell, it is to live simply but comfortably, and spend my time and money on other things.
I want to live large in my tiny house.
So, welcome to the beginning of the first leg of the tiny house journey.
It's a six-year project (don't panic, you don't have to stick around that long), that will include a total downsize and rethink of the way I live, work and play. I think/hope? my partner Gregory Howley is with me all the way. He certainly is in step one.
Which is 1) build prototype tiny house in existing gazebo in backyard to be mancave/office/music studio/guest quarters (see Kirsten, you can come stay!)/granny flat and maybe eventual home.
We have engaged the engaging Paul Webber to put our ideas on paper and help us through council.
So, after 10 years of dreaming, and 12 months of planning, we have synergy and are moving forward. (I love Utopia, I'm channelling my inner-Rhonda in my new role!).
Anyhoo, the kettle is boiled, and the washing is done.
But I'll be back.