For the month of July I found a small canvas space on the middle of the island to be in. Tucked in the back of the woods, it was just one room, wooden floor, no electricity or running water, but plenty of daylight and just enough space for me and my things. I would leave the bakery, walk through the hay field and around the treeline, arrive in the hut and collapse onto the bed - so happy to finally have a space of my own.
Living without running water and electricity is an adventure when you're staying somewhere more long-term. Just from my short time there I found myself more and more aware of the amount of resources I, as one small person, consume. Charging technology was done in coffee shops or when visiting friends. Showers were taken only whenever the big white farmhouse was empty, or sometimes also when visiting friends. I would stay up late reading by candlelight - amazed at my focus and creativity when there was no digital distraction available. I brushed my teeth and washed my face from a 5 gallon water bucket, in the mornings I lay in bed and watched the brush sway in the wind through the canvas.
And I'm so thankful to have found such a sweet space, for my tiny house neighbors, the occasional access to the big white farmhouse, and the general solace that comes with having a room of one's own.