After reading The Big Tiny, I am certain I could live happily, just like Dee Williams, in a tiny house. I’m equally certain someone else will have to build it for me.
One day she “had been a normal, middle-class, middle-of-the-road woman with a mortgage and a job and friends, who went running and climbing and paddling, racing in a thousand different directions at a thousand miles per hour.” Then suddenly she was a woman with ventricular tachycardia with torsades, an uncertain future, and follow up appointments with her cardiologist. It was at one such appointment that Williams’ doctor was called to an emergency leaving Williams in the company of A Simpler Time where she read about a man who had built himself a tiny house. And she began to wonder…. Could she build her own tiny house? And if she did, could she live in it?
The Big Tiny is a very different kind of story than Wild, yet also quite similar. Where Strayed’s journey started as an attempt to heal self-inflicted wounds, Williams journey began as an effort to heal her physical body and her spirit by extension. Both are profound, poignant, and inspired me to examine my life and consider the choices I’m making.
Recommended, even if you can’t image living in an 84 square ft. house. But be warned. You may change your mind.