My shoes wouldn’t fit in that house...and that reader’s comment about disliking the bathroom opening up into the kitchen made sense to me. This is a great idea if it could be modified a bit for those of us who have claustrophobia
(and have more possessions than the owner of the featured Tumbleweed house.)
um, we used to call that a playhouse.
Living in an outhouse is not the answer. We get hurricanes where I live.
That porch and the garden/steps in front of it are an inefficient use of space. Put a ladder there instead and just set a chair in your lawn when you want to get some fresh air (i.e. every minute that you don't absolutely have to be inside the house to shower, s***, shave, sleep, or have conjugal visits).