The hardest thing about putting everything you own in storage for two years is deciding what stays and what goes to charity. Clothes not worn in three years, wash and donate. Ditto small appliances and little tsktoksi dust collecters. Then the real packing begings.
Today my sister and her husband, four of their sons, daughter and two grand nephews helped me move my stuff out of my second story apartment into storage. Six pickup trucks loaded, along with lamps and art stashed in their club cabs. When we arrived at the 10×10 storage facility I rented and I opened it up everyone gasped. How can we do this, it’s too small? Well we did, in about 10 minutes.
Amazing, they started moving my stuff out around 10:20, drive to storage about 15 minutes, we were done at noon. My family rocks!
Theryn said
Oooh! This must make it seem like it’s really happening! Are you excited?
roadsunknown said
Hey T. Yes, I’m excited, emotional and nervous. Excited is a given, the emotions are weird – all about family and friends – everything I touch has meaning, memory and I have to listen to that and then say goodbye. Nerves, or perhaps anxiety, is all about the unknown. And the waiting, which I better get used to…island time has no time.:)