The Journey Begins

This journey began quite awhile ago in my mind, but so begins my journey in bloggerland with this Exodus.
As you can see my name is Julie. I am 56 years old and am endeavoring to build a tiny home for a new journey in my life, and the life of those who choose to follow me (my family).
Where to begin. As a kid I was always thinking up ways a room could become more than just a room. I tried to make clubhouses out of coloring book covers and well, that surely didn't work! But I would forget that and try another day!!! I learned basic wood skills from my dad, but not a lot. I spent 3 yrs in high school in woodshop, but in adult life quickly discovered having all those tools at your disposal did not help you figure out how to make things from a screwdriver and hand saw!!!
Honestly, that was my basis for any knowledge of building. I did, however, build small things using a handsaw and screw driver and hammer! I remember living in Northern California (real northern, not San fransisco), in Grass Valley and hauling lumber on the city bus! I had no car.
Back a bit further? When I got married, yep at some ridiculously naive age (18), I lived in a 12 foot trailer with my then husband. We had a dog and a guinea pig. In those early hippy days (actually like 1980)  I got pregnant and we lived for many months on the beaches in Santa Cruz. We moved into a studio apartment when I was 8 months pregnant. But I loved living tiny even then!
Flash forward to a few years later, 2 kids, I was 21, both kids in diapers (cloth) and my husband and I wanted to live in a tipi, yep!!! I attempted using a sewing machine (sold my electric that was my my mothe's, she died when I was 18, and bought a Singer treadle machine I still have) to sew heavy canvas. When I look back I think, "where the Hell did I learn HOW to make a tipi before the internet!!???? Anyway, I ended up hand sewing, overlapped seams, that 20 foot tipi!!! What the Hell right?
With 2 kids in tow, my husband an I embarked on that journey. Yes we had a fire in the center of the tipi, along with beds, a huge floor weaving loom and my trusty Singer sewing machine. I loved it, though I dreamed of a shed with running water. But, the point is that I lived in a tiny space with 2 kids in diapers (hand washing diapers with water I hauled from the creek), 2 dogs and yep a husband.
I learned to rise and bake bread in Weber bbq dome thing grill, and learned what needed to be refrigerated and what didn't. Again, I was 21-22 yrs old and while I will keep negative experiences out of this blog, details no one really needs, I was primarily doing this journey on my own, and was the only person who had a driver's license.
Ok to be continued.....off to have BLTs for dinner and watched some Naked and Afraid XL!!!!!