truckbed full of stuff “I hope it all blows away,” Big Country mumbled, half in his sleep as the late autumn winds raged around the tiny house and pounded the tarps holding down our worldly possessions just outside. I smiled in the dark and imagined the sundry dishes, pots, pans, clothing, books, cloth diapers, sewing machine, skateboard, and stuffed animals we had held onto over the last year of peregrinations rolling wildly through the cow pasture. “How are you going to fit all that stuff in your tiny house once you’re done building?” I’ve been asked. Well, we’ll see. Simplicity… Read moreA Truckbed Full