Each year I make a list of new things I want to try. Some of them are difficult, some are shockingly mundane. You can read about past shenanigans here.
Because I am nothing if not an inveterate hipster, I’ve been wanting to sleep in a tiny house in a tree ever since the internet started talking about it (which was, what? three years ago? and now the cool kids are into fur hammocks or something?)
And you know what? You will be exactly zero percent surprised to know that staying in a treehouse is pretty effing magical.
I stayed here with my BFF of 20 years while we were roadtripping to Nashville. Rather hilariously this Airbnb is marketed as ‘A Romantic Garden Treehouse‘ and we laaaaaaughed imaging this scenario.“What if it’s, like, a shed built around a little tree?”
“Yeah, and it’s in someone’s backyard? In a suburban housing development? And we’re just sleeping in this oddly elevated shed looking out over the neighbor’s lawn and their netted trampoline?”
And while our treehouse was, in fact, deep in the suburbs of Chicago, we didn’t care. Hauling a rolling suitcase up a ladder? Don’t care. Using a boat toilet. In a little tent. On a deck. Don’t care.
Why? Because we were too busy drinking boxed wine in the hot tub (which, coincidentally, was not in a tree), and then drinking more boxed wine while we warmed ourselves in front of a tiny fake fireplace and HGTV. I didn’t know until now that my Nirvana was cheap wine + International House Hunters + fire + treehouse.Have you ever stayed in a treehouse or other unusual lodgings? When I was in Peru I slept in a barn on a bed made of sticks!
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