Tiny Houses: Not Welcome.
When he pulled up and got out of his car, we assumed he was a tiny house lover, ready to profess this adoration of our home.
:::is my naivety showing?:::
With a fair amount of edge in his voice and a furrowed brow he simply said, “mobile homes aren’t allowed.”
….oh, this wasn’t going to be fun….
Deano, the township zoning inspector, had been called in by four neighbors and showed up with guns blazing ready to run us out of town.
The conversation started out gruff. Fortunately, Jamie and I have a knack for disarming folks and things seemed to take a positive angle.
Or so we thought….
What then ensued was 6 weeks of hell – lots of conversations with county officials, folks in public office and township employees. Lots of uncertainty. Lots of feeling like “what the hell did we just do?”
“I mean come on, didn’t you expect this Kelly?”
Yes and no. We expected to run into opposition but didn’t expect that there’d be such an unwillingness to work with us. We didn’t expect to be held to standards that didn’t actually apply to us. And lastly, we didn’t realize that many of those living tiny are doing so illegally.
Shame on us for trying to do the right thing.
So the moral of the story?
– if you’re going tiny, make sure you know where you’re going.
– decide whether you’re going to do it legally or not.
– just to be safe, look for property that’s not zoned.