Allow Myself to Introduce Myself

It's a bit scary for me, starting to write this blog. I have had a few blogs in the past, when I was having different kinds of adventures. I was so proud of myself and I wanted to share my experiences with others. The first blog was an account of my first year living in Israel after obtaining citizenship. What I remember most is writing about the idiocy and inconvenience of the bureaucracy, the red tape, and how though israel is a modern western country, it is not america. That blog no longer exists, as AOL shut down their blog site.

The second blog is an account of my adventures in California and Oregon as a wwoofer, volunteering on a number of organic farms, homesteads etc. The blog ended up becoming a personal review/critique of each host farm, either recommending the place to other wwoofers, or discouraging them from visiting. Basically, the majority of my experiences weren't very good and I had a lot to complain about, though it was partly my fault for I only communicated ahead of my visits by email, never actually speaking to the hosts by phone. You can learn a lot about a person just from speaking to them for only a few minutes. That blog still exists, though I stopped writing when I stopped being proud of my life and my experiences. After volunteering for many years both in Israel and in the states, I decided I wanted to have my own garden, my own sustainable life, something I could call my own. Maybe even call a Home. But it didn't work out like that for me. And so I stopped sharing my thoughts and goings-on.

It's been almost three years since I left Oregon, and I still have no place to call Home. It's been ten years since I stayed in one place for more than six months, and the thought of Home is just as heavy on my mind as ever. When I was 18, I dreamed of artificial islands, a Permaculture paradise. After living and working on an organic farm in Israel, I realized how important community is, and how I can't do everything I want by myself. Unfortunately, though I like the idea of asking for help, actually asking for it does not come easy to me. So I am still dreaming of my Home. The dream has gotten a lot smaller than the artificial islands, the Earthships, and the Cob Cottages I thought so much about before. Nowadays, the idea that takes up most of my brain power is the Tiny House.

If you don't know what I mean by Tiny House; a house less than 300 or 400 square feet, sometimes built on utility trailers for mobility and beating zoning issues. Personally, I want to live in a community and stay in one place forever, but I want to give myself the ability to take my home with me if I ever have to move so I can have some sense of permanence in my life. I probably first got excited about this concept when I saw the now famous youtube clip of a 16 year old kid building his own Tiny House.

I have since been Binge Surfing, Googling and Googling, bookmarking everything site I find. A sophisticated way of saying that could be Data Gathering.  This blog may one day tell the story of my future home. For now though it will have to suffice as a way of sharing my thoughts and hopefully a way to get other peoples opinions and perspectives.