Chris and I have fallen in love with yurts, and have chosen this unique and efficient structure to live in permanently. We have been inside a yurt and loved how it felt, but still wondered what it would be like to sleep in one. We felt it a necessary part of our journey to visit one overnight. So we found one on Airbnb in Connecticut, not too far from where we live.
Since check-in at the yurt wasn’t until three, we wanted to make the most of the day and what better way to do that than to make a beer run? We decided to head to our favorite brewery that makes some of the best beer in the country and some of our favorites. Since their beer can only be purchased directly from their brewery, we thought a trip there would be a perfect way to start our weekend, while also supplying our rented yurt with some tasty beverages.
We left our apartment at 7:30 am all bundled up, stopped for a cup of coffee and a breakfast sandwich, and trekked to Massachusetts to get in line at Treehouse Brewing Company. It was a freezing morning and despite my many layers, I was chilled to the bone. The line moved quickly and before we knew it we were inside, cans in hand, waiting for our growlers to be filled. One of the best parts about making this beer run, was the people we met in line. Excited chatter was easily exchanged as anticipation was thick in the air. This was such a perfect start to our weekend. Our own excitement for our yurt was amplified and blended with the excitement of the beer enthusiasts waiting patiently in line.
After we left Treehouse with our goodies in hand, we enjoyed a lazy drive towards our destination. While we were so excited for what was to come, we relished the treasured moments of that comfortable drive. Conversation flowed as beautiful New England scenery flashed across our windows. No matter what would happen later, we were already having a great time on a simple Saturday afternoon.
We spent the rest of the day getting lunch and stopping at another brewery before finally heading to the yurt. We pulled up the driveway and immediately I started screaming in elation as soon as I saw the roof of the yurt. We were here! We were finally going to be able to spend some quality time in a yurt!
We parked, and got out of the car as freezing December air prickled our skin. We grabbed our overnight bags as quickly as possible, and walked up the pathway towards the entrance. Chris began circling the perimeter, checking out how it was built. I pulled out my phone to snap some pictures. Then we came together at the door and walked in.
As soon as we stepped inside, a wall of warmth hit our cold faces and satisfied smiles spread wide. Any further questions we had about how well yurts stay warm in a cold environment were answered, and this was only after a few minutes.
Chris turned up the gas fire in the fireplace, and I read our host’s packet of yurt instructions. Then I found that they had left us a basket full of treats, information about local goings on, and a beautiful welcome note.
Chris went out to the car to grab a growler of beer. While he was gone, I lay down on the floor in the center of the yurt, flat on my back. I lay there for what seemed like a peaceful eternity with a beautiful view of clouds rolling by the dome window. I was taken back to a simpler time as a kid, lying in the grass, finding shapes in the shifting clouds above. Yet now I was an adult, in the dead of winter, enjoying the same vision, warm inside a yurt. Such powerful, immense peace filled my insides. Just one small glimpse of what is to come.
Chris walked in and poured us a couple of glasses of beer. He turned on some of our favorite music and the sounds danced around the space. I got up and joined him by the fire, taking it all in. Air filled our lungs freely, life was tranquil here.
Our conversation grew animated as we discussed how we would build our own yurt, looking around and picking the things we liked and ruling out the things we didn’t.
Originally, I thought that I wouldn’t really like the standard vinyl windows that are covered by wooden lattice. We had anticipated adding mostly thermal pane glass windows and supplementing with a few standard vinyl ones. Yet after this weekend, we realized that we genuinely liked the vinyl windows and will now add mostly vinyl windows and supplement with a few glass ones. Since glass windows are much more costly than vinyl ones, this discovery will save us money.
We walked around, mapping out certain areas. While we could see ourselves living in a space of that size after being in it for a few hours, we concurred with our previous choice of choosing a larger one. This was a 30 foot yurt, yielding 706 square feet, while our own future 40 foot yurt will yield almost double the square feet at 1256.
We spent the rest of the night playing cards, snacking on pizza, and thoroughly enjoying the space. When it was time to go to sleep, we curled up in the pullout sofa bed by the fire. The soft lighting from the flames, charmed the space into a lullaby of sorts. Sleep came easily and restfully.
When we woke up, sounds of winter birds chirped away. The fire crackled next to us. We were finally experiencing what we have been imagining all this time. We were warm, cozy, and were in the luxuries of the indoors, while being a little more connected to the Earth as we heard the sounds of nature around us.
We learned a few new things about this yurt, but the most important thing we learned over this one night stay, was that this structure was perfect for us. This space fit our personalities and our lifestyle to a tee. The feeling we experienced while inside the space touched our hearts. We could see ourselves here always.
While our current home is such a great apartment with stainless steel appliances, granite counter-tops, and hardwood floors all in an open concept, it is an environment that is almost stagnant. We come home and are often pulled into the world of television whether we want to or not. There are other things we would like to do with our time, but our apartment makes it very easy for us to sit in front of the TV.
At the yurt last weekend, I saw it all. I saw our lives spread across this space, with a master bedroom and bathroom, a guest bedroom, main bathroom, and a kitchen, living room, and dining room all in the main section of the yurt. I saw a baby grand piano sitting comfortably in the corner of the main living space, available to practice anytime I’d like. I saw Chris’s mandolin nestled beside it. I saw a dining room table ready to play cards, host a dinner party, or with a jigsaw puzzle spread over it. I saw our wood stove with comfy chairs around it with a small table to rest mugs of coffee. I saw our living room, a cozy place to relax with a TV that would be enjoyed, but perhaps not as frequently. I saw our kitchen filled with dinners simmering away, cookies baking in the oven. I saw ourselves, thriving in this space. I saw our life, lived and enjoyed like it is today, but exponentially more.
Now, sitting in the living room of our apartment as I write this, while Chris is working on a jigsaw puzzle, I’m looking around this stick-built structure, deeply missing those lovely yurt walls around us. We loved the yurt. We loved it even more than we had anticipated. We left with full and excited hearts, and willing to give our all to achieve our dreams.