I think I was on my second date with my wife when she asked me about how I want to live in the future. I told her I want a tiny house and a big shop. Years later, I realize she listened and she remembered. Yeah, I had to work for it, but I'm finally getting what I have wanted for so long.
So, I'm 12 days away from being able to do my "epoxy" (actually polyurea) floor, assuming the contractor gets the inspection and signs the building over by then. It's going to be a lot of afternoons and weekends getting insulation, walls, and paint installed, but after that I can start emptying my two local and one interstate storage units emptied out. That's nothing but tools, guys.