All I want for Christmas is a yurt. Okay, I want a lot of stuff. But I want a yurt, too. I have ever since I read about this family’s yurt. I like the idea of feeling the weather change, being immediately inside the outside.
Of course, there are some logistical considerations. First of all, Chad would never go for this yurt thing. It’s not defensible enough. Secondly, during the winter I would freeze my butt off. Even swathed in layers of fleece, I’m usually shivering. Thirdly, I don’t know how I feel about no indoor plumbing, but I suspect I’m not keen on it in the long-term. Then there’s the whole not being able to stomp off and shut a door thing.
Okay, but they’re so cool.