|Our yurt and a rainbow.|
Telling the story of yurt life on the internet will, I hope, keep me accountable for keeping the yurt nice, and allow me to show off all the beauty and specialness of living here using photos and words. Oh, and I will share the difficulties--can't forget the difficulties.
I love the yurt. But it challenges me to discover what really makes a place a home, rather than a temporary dwelling. Is home a place where I have enough closet space? Is home a place where I can finally unpack my full array of kitchen gadgetry and spiceage? Can a home be found in a yurt, where mice invade, I wash the dishes with a hose, and all my routines are turned on their heads?
I've mentally resisted the forced simplicity of yurt life for so long. I feel I want to surrender with a confession--I live in a wooden dome, and it is profoundly amazing and often frustrating. I do love it here, and I want to create a record of my brief time in this poetic, romantic home. The coyotes just started their howling and it is time for me to get back to my homework.