I love tiny houses.
I avidly watch any HGTV show dealing with the topic (when I have access, which is usually at my Mom's house as we don't have cable) and I adore watching videos about them.
I figured this would be a great documentary to watch during my run on the treadmill. Light and fun...a nice change from 13th (which was AMAZING...but intense).
Y'all.
I don't know what to think about this one. It is nothing like I expected.
First of all, the people featured (a couple, a man and a woman) were just oozing angst. From the loss of an estranged father to a daughter's struggle with her identity and feelings towards a distant dad to the suicide of a woman's heroin-addicted partner, these people were processing some serious emotions. It was intense.
I wanted to dream about a day when I could be unencumbered by all of life's baggage and travel the world with my hubby and a tiny home on wheels. blissfully happy. I wanted to ooh and aah over the adorable interiors.
Instead, I got a realistic documentary about how going tiny doesn't solve all of life's problems. Apparently resolving a human being's traumas and issues isn't as simple as selling everything you own and building a miniature house.
I can't decide whether I'm mad or impressed that this little documentary had the chutzpah to tell me that.