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I Can Haz House

A video tour of my tiny, movable home. 🎥
I Can Haz House
My house + Western Washington sunset. Both keep it gorgeous.

“WHAT DO YOU have?” a friend asked as we stood in my kitchen. I’d made salad dressing that had turned out weird, and we were mulling possible improvements.

“I have all the things,” I said.

He stared at me.

“I have all the things that are in kitchens.”

It seemed like he couldn’t comprehend. He lives in a big house, with a big kitchen and a state-of-the-art fridge. I have lived in an RV for three years (!) this past November, long enough to know that it contains any necessity we had in the houses my parents leveraged when I was a kid—or overleveraged, and lost, when I graduated from college—and every place I rented for the next two decades, hustling in jobs I didn’t really want, bleeding income.

Until I stopped.

How to Live in an RV and Love Yourself for $500 a Year
Or, How to Lower Your Rent and Raise Your Self-Worth.

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