Moving the tiny house through the city was not a problem. It was like the tree branches had been cut to accommodate its height exactly. We had to move it with only a partially constructed roof, but it still went off without a hitch. Surprisingly few people even gave it a second glance. It's not like you see a house move everyday, but apparently people in this town are blasé.
A friend from school did the hauling, and he's even offered to drive it to my parent's place all for the low low price of lunch and gas money. I love folks. Bernie backed it into my driveway without even having to make one correction. It's like he's a professional tiny house hauler.
When it arrived at my house, the neighbours were all intrigued. I'd warned them, but seeing it close up is a whole other story. There were many jokes about who's getting kicked out of the main house, and since my husband is currently away meditating for ten days, he took the brunt of the jokes.
Kids are most intrigued, and people are amazed at how roomy it is.