I bet you never…and other tiny house myths.

I was at a workshop today, the kind where you go around the room and do “ice breaker” questions.

One of the many joys of tiny house living is that for a very long time yet to come, I won’t have to think of a “strange fact about myself.”

Turns out living in a tiny house is strange enough.

Out of the many things people say to me when they hear that I live in a tiny house is, “I bet you never lose anything!”

I wish this statement were true.

Oh. How. I wish.

As it turns out, you can still lose things in 250 square feet.

How is that possible?

I have no idea.

But.

It.

Is.

Currently I’m looking for half of my coffee maker.

Half.

I have one of those fancy coffee makers where you can switch out contraptions depending on the amount of coffee you wish to consume.

Thursday night I wished to consume a larger amount.

Friday the desire was less. Therefore, I took out the larger consumption contraption for the more desirable smaller contraption.

And that leads us to today. Where is the larger contraption?

Gone.

THE121 has swallowed it whole.

I have searched EVERYWHERE. All 250 square feet.

I even resorted to looking in the washing machine because I could figure out how to install a dishwasher this past week but turns out I couldn’t figure out that said dishwasher, in-fact , took dishwashing detergent and not soap. THE121 began filling with suds whilst I was on a zoom call (that’s probably another post)…

So maybe, I scooped the larger coffee contraption up in the towels I used to clean up the suds…

It was a hope, but nope. No coffee contraption in the washing machine.

Here I am, perplexed and dismayed at the loss of half of my coffee maker on the eve of the week where my days turn from 8 hour work days to 9 hour work days.

The myth?

Tiny Houses don’t swallow things whole.

The truth?

I’ve lost more than half of coffee makers. Turns out it’s not about the space, it’s about the mental bandwidth of the girl living in the house.