September 2021 will mark my eleventh year living in my tiny home. It’s amazing how something that once seemed so extraordinary can become so commonplace. I have so much excitement going on with Wayfinding Academy and the fight to revolutionize higher education that sometimes I forget that I was once just Michelle Jones, first time tiny home owner.

When I say that I live in a tiny home, I don’t just mean that my home is small, I mean I live in a tiny home. My house is no wider than the width of a freeway lane and no longer than the length of an average area rug. The ceiling is lifted so I can fit a thin sleeping area uptop and that’s about it. I have everything I need to live at arms reach. I have a small bathroom with a compost toilet and standing shower with hot water, except on cold days when my water line freezes. Next to that, I have a small work desk cut from an old oak table that was my parents first piece of furniture they bought when they married. Across from this is a countertop, cut from the same table, which houses a small sink and stove. One of the gifts the tiny home has given me is that most of the things I own are either repurposed mementos from my life or are repurposed materials from someone else’s. I don’t have much room for the inbetween and that’s the way I wanted it.