Describe a place or environment where you are perfectly content. What do you do or experience there, and why is it meaningful to you?
BIG / TINY HOUSE
I have become close personal friends with a stationary saw. I am an expert in the art of applying construction adhesive. My weekends have been consumed by tape measures, two by fours, and drill bits. I am building a tiny house, a 128 square foot home on a trailer. So far, the house is only a frame, but I have already made many proud accomplishments. The project has challenged me and helped to expand my horizons. It reflects myself and my values, and it relates to the future life I want to live.
The secluded yard that acts as my building site is enclosed by trees exploding with bright red apples, their branches barely revealing the snow-capped Rockies in the distance. The crisp air has a lingering scent of sawdust, and the occasional owl can be heard just after sunset. Within this picturesque setting, I am able to build to my heart's content. My building materials consist of my dad's dusty power tools, a few stacks of lumber and windows, and my sixteen foot long trailer. Here, I have learned construction jargon such as "header", "joist", and "sinkers." I have hauled countless pieces of lumber with inexperienced muscles. I have used some particularly frightening power tools. It is utter heaven.
Why on earth would I build a house in my backyard? My parents skeptically asked me the same question several months ago. Last year, I spent hours pouring over tiny house video tours, blogs, and floor plans. Around the same time, I was searching for an idea for my Senior Culminating Project, a requirement of my high school. I made an ambitious decision- to build a tiny house. I knew I had all the resources on the internet at my fingertips. I had the time, the space, and a summer job to help pay for the materials. I eagerly began my plan, oblivious to what lay ahead of me.
What originally started as a challenging project has taken on a much larger meaning. While knowing how to use a nail gun is certainly useful in modern society, the process of building a tiny house has already taught me infinitely more. I have budgeted my own precious funds, communicated with potential donors, and persevered through mistaken measurements and splintered thumbs. Tiny houses also embody all of my interests. The simplicity and mindfulness involved in tiny house living is perfect for my environmentalist philosophies. The design elements of my house correspond to my fondness for art. The architectural principles of weight distribution, structure, and precision in carpentry all involve my interest in mathematics and engineering.
My tiny house has been a series of small accomplishments. I have reaffirmed my interests, and I have opened doors to new ones. I have challenged myself and learned unique skills. Building my tiny house, surrounded by apple trees and breathing in sawdust-scented air, is an experience that I am sincerely proud of.
BIG / TINY HOUSE
I have become close personal friends with a stationary saw. I am an expert in the art of applying construction adhesive. My weekends have been consumed by tape measures, two by fours, and drill bits. I am building a tiny house, a 128 square foot home on a trailer. So far, the house is only a frame, but I have already made many proud accomplishments. The project has challenged me and helped to expand my horizons. It reflects myself and my values, and it relates to the future life I want to live.
The secluded yard that acts as my building site is enclosed by trees exploding with bright red apples, their branches barely revealing the snow-capped Rockies in the distance. The crisp air has a lingering scent of sawdust, and the occasional owl can be heard just after sunset. Within this picturesque setting, I am able to build to my heart's content. My building materials consist of my dad's dusty power tools, a few stacks of lumber and windows, and my sixteen foot long trailer. Here, I have learned construction jargon such as "header", "joist", and "sinkers." I have hauled countless pieces of lumber with inexperienced muscles. I have used some particularly frightening power tools. It is utter heaven.
Why on earth would I build a house in my backyard? My parents skeptically asked me the same question several months ago. Last year, I spent hours pouring over tiny house video tours, blogs, and floor plans. Around the same time, I was searching for an idea for my Senior Culminating Project, a requirement of my high school. I made an ambitious decision- to build a tiny house. I knew I had all the resources on the internet at my fingertips. I had the time, the space, and a summer job to help pay for the materials. I eagerly began my plan, oblivious to what lay ahead of me.
What originally started as a challenging project has taken on a much larger meaning. While knowing how to use a nail gun is certainly useful in modern society, the process of building a tiny house has already taught me infinitely more. I have budgeted my own precious funds, communicated with potential donors, and persevered through mistaken measurements and splintered thumbs. Tiny houses also embody all of my interests. The simplicity and mindfulness involved in tiny house living is perfect for my environmentalist philosophies. The design elements of my house correspond to my fondness for art. The architectural principles of weight distribution, structure, and precision in carpentry all involve my interest in mathematics and engineering.
My tiny house has been a series of small accomplishments. I have reaffirmed my interests, and I have opened doors to new ones. I have challenged myself and learned unique skills. Building my tiny house, surrounded by apple trees and breathing in sawdust-scented air, is an experience that I am sincerely proud of.