Flying Saucer Home for Sale: My Love of Alternative Housing

There is a 1970 flying saucer shaped three-bedroom, two-bathroom home for sale on eBay that has an outside staircase that goes up into the home when not in use. This house is perched on a hillside in Tennessee. To see this house look at eBay ad number: 310024673219 . To me, this looks so cool! It has a 100,000 dollar price tag on it.

According to Associated Press, the current owner has only had the home about 4-months, and has placed the house up for sale without allowing for comments as to why. In my opinion, this would be a wonderful home to live in. It's a little too new for my 1880's taste-buds, but different enough that I'd sure try to make do in it.

A few decades ago, I found out the hard way what it is like to live in alternative housing that the public doesn't always realize is a private home. I bought and moved into an 1898 Wild West General Store in a remote ghost-town setting. This place was one huge fix and repair project that nobody had loved for years before I took the project on.

During the months when roads were enjoyable to drive on, I could never count on any privacy. People would show up at all hours of the day or night, either banging on the door to ask for a tour, or breaking in to see what relics were hidden in the building that just had to be vacant. All vintage General Stores in the Wild, Wild, West are vacant, right?

Sometimes, a door-lock would be overlooked by accident; I have this story about shampoo in my eyes and some strange senior citizen standing in my bathroom asking me in an annoyed voice what I thought it was that I was doing. Nope, this person did not comprehend anything about my wild story, being told through my soapy-red eyes, about how we were not standing in a museum.

There were good times when some of the strangers showed up, too. I once stood peeking out of the side window, off and on for a few hours, watching two bottle diggers breaking their backs upchuck some incredibly hard packed ground right where I wanted the garden to go. When they finally looked exhausted, and my garden area looked deep enough, I took them out some cold suds to sip on. Boy, were they sure surprised!

Today, I live in town but still enjoy alternative housing in a cute little late 1800's church that looks like it came out of an old John Wayne movie. Every now and then, somebody walks through my front doors here unannounced as well.

My favorite walk-in story in the church so far was a nice non-English speaking family who were passing by on vacation. They had come to see if I knew of anybody who could help them with car trouble.

It took an hour for both sides to understand what we were doing with the language barrier, but the children were delightful. You don't have to tell kids to hang on the bell-tower ropes to make bells ring in their own language for them to understand how to have some unique and memorable fun.

There is something nice to be said about living in alternative housing; it is not for everybody, but for those of us who enjoy doing it, we'll never go back to conventional. Decorating is a nightmare inside of alternative housing, but the rest is 100% worth every annoyance that happens. With alternative housing you really do meet some of the nicest strangers.