Tiny Home Villages

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Each morning, I wake up with the sounds of the birds singing and the leaves rustling and I feel complete and content. I step out of the front door of my tiny home on wheels
hearing the sounds of my community coming to life, smelling the aroma of the jasmine blooming in my garden patch, and feeling the excitement that there will be a new restaurant, on wheels, arriving today from a month-long trip up the western seaboard. Vy walks along the wooded path in front of my home, waves, and reminds me of the garden planning event later at our community’s lodge.

I throw on my “new” outfit that I just traded for in our clothing exchange, tidy up my bed and reinstall it underneath my custom cabinetry that also houses my dining table and library. I walk out to the bike shed and hop on my share bike to pedal down to the community kitchen and dining hall to enjoy an amazing breakfast of fresh fruit, eggs and cheese, all sourced right within our very own Flex Village. While finishing my cup of coffee, I stroll through the adjacent courtyard and see Carol, with her feet up on an ottoman and enjoying the sunshine, while telecommuting to her distribution company in New York City.

Following a hearty meal, I walk over to the tiny business offices on wheels, while sharing a conversation with a family that just arrived from the salty beaches of Florida’s HomeFree Flex Village. They will be staying here for the summer, contracting with Microsoft, and then traveling to the San Diego Village the next Winter. Arriving at my office, I prepare to tow it to the neighboring community to offer my naturopathic services for the day.

After a successful day at the neighboring community, I stroll along the edge of one of our beautiful courtyards listening to an acoustical music concert, and sip the decaf latte that I purchased from one of the food trucks. I then, slowly, make my way back to my tiny house, step in, crawl in bed, and slumber to the peaceful thought that “I am home”.