I have the feeling you might be asking, “Where have you been?”
Would you believe I’m still moving. I had no idea how much energy all of this would take.
Way, way back in the 1900’s I got a storage unit. It started out small with things I needed to rotate in and out of my home. Holiday things, seasonal things, things I wasn’t sure what to do with and it was all supposed to be temporary. In a way it was, but in location only. Over the years, I needed more space and moved units in the same building. They grew larger and larger until it became the 10×10 one I have today. Things stopped rotating out and suddenly it was more like a black hole where in was the only direction my belongings went. A place where things I no longer needed and at times wanted were stored because I couldn’t let go. My father helped me build shelving as the boxes mounted. The monthly bill followed in growth. There is no cap on rental storage units. Increases are given to everyone no matter how long you’ve been there. I was there for a very long time. If I switched units today of the same size, I would save $120 a month.
My bad, I know. The thought and act of moving from one unit to the next was a frightening concept and beyond my physical capabilities. It was something I couldn’t accomplish in an afternoon let alone months of afternoons. So, I continued to pay.
After I moved into my new apartment, my goal has been to empty the “garden apartment” as my dad affectionately refers to the storage unit. Bring everything together under one roof and finally discard or embrace what has been stored there. The task has been as enormous as I believed it would be. Some boxes were packed with the knowledge that I would open them in a new home. In those, I wrote myself postcards. Hearing from my past self has brought a strange mix of laughter and tears. I know what happens to that woman that was once me and some of it is ugly. Some of it is wonderful too and past self wouldn’t have imagined any of it. I wish my future self could write me now. Tell me when to duck or relax in certain situations. Of course, maybe I don’t want to know what future self knows either.
As I haul out the boxes and unpack I must confess, I should have thrown the crap out back in the day. Only half is worth keeping and that is being generous.
I have a few more trips to make and July is my goal to finally be rid of the black hole. Yesterday, I ran into Frank the superintendent of the building my storage unit is in.
“I’m leaving Frank. Slowly packing things up. How much notice do you need before I go?”
“I don’t need any. Just tell me when the unit is empty.”
“OK, that’s perfect. You know Frank, I’ve come to the conclusion storage units are a weird addiction.”
Frank chuckled and nodded his head. “I know they are an addiction and that’s what keeps me in business!”
Yes, now I see the light of day.
“Hi, my name is Mae and I am a pack rat.”