One property management professional I know refers to it as “micro living.” No spare bedroom. No unfinished attic.
Still, the 700-square foot home I acquired in March feels large to me, which admittedly might be the result of so much time spent researching teardrop trailers. Or maybe it’s because I still can imagine myself nesting quite comfortably inside a yurt.
Lifestyles that would be considered “nano living,” I suppose, here in the land of the great American Dream.
And let us not forget Mike Clelland, the illustrator-cum-UFO researcher whose ultra-light backpacking tips make having any permanent shelter at all seem utterly decadent by comparison.