Storage Monday Memories

Well I almost missed this post.  I still can't believe I'm actually writing a blog.  But it seems that's all that's been on my mind.  Other than how to make more money.  But isn't that everyone's desire?  In my case life would be so much less stressed.  Today I talked to my best friend who just moved into a house he's now renting.  He had to move out of his own home after it was foreclosed on. But I can't stop thinking how exhaused he was even now that it's been two weeks since we moved him.  He had thought of stuff he had in storage & stuff he may want to put back there.  Plus he has stuff he can't seem to unpack.  It's funny how when you really don't feel comfortable somewhere you just can't seem to take stuff totally out of boxes.  Your just so eager to move onto the next house.  That's where my friend is now.  I guess you can call it a "transitional storage situation".  That's all for now. Until next time, still can't stop thinking storage.

Storage Sunday

I'm thinking about my storage unit again & thinking how many other storage units I've visited.  There was of course my sister's that I help empty.  But then I remembered I helped move some of my sister's stuff into my dad's unit.  I can remember that was a crazy hard move because my dad & I had to move my sister's wash & dryer there.  Then I think there is another bed we forgot my sister had we moved in there.  Then there is some more of mom's furniture my sister couldn't part w/ but my dad was eager to put into his unit.  I've already said how a storage unit is an excuse for someone to hold onto stuff they should let go.  Well my sister has convinced other people to do the same. And I must admit too I have some of mom's stuff too. 
Now I'm thinking about the stuff in storage I've always thought about keeping as a collectible or thing to sell for profit.  I know I'm not alone in this pursue.  How many of you out there thought "I've got this thing that I got handed down from a relative & I'm gonna keep it & it will be worth some day".  Well I'll talk more about that next time. It's Father's Day & got to get ready to go celebrate. Until then Happy Father's Day to all the dad's out there.

Waking up storage

I know it sound stupid to wake up thinking about a storage unit.  But ever since I started this blog I can't stop thinking about how having a storage unit has been such a part of my life.  So from where I left off yesturday I was moved out of my apartment and into my now sister's house.  I settled into my now sister's house well enough.  But having a storage unit soon became to be an advantage.  I had a place I could put my stuff I wasn't quite sure if I was still gonna use.  Then when I decided to use that thing, I could go right to storage and get it.  Some of my clothes fell into this category. Particularly my Lakers jersey that sat in my closet in my apartment, went to storage & found a  now second life at my sister's place.  This of course was during the Lakers repeat championship run & anything Lakers was cool again.  It's funny that now that the Lakers are now not champs those same jerseys have made their way back into the closet.  But that is a story for another time.  
Another reason I found my storage unit to be useful is because I could throw away excess trash from the house in the trash bin at the storage place.  Don't tell me we all haven't done that? We fill our household trash can for the week and have no where to throw stuff away. Well my storage unit has a easy enough access to a trash bin.  Of course I learned the trick not to throw away too much to bring attention to myself.
So life living with my sis was great but then I started to realize that mom would have wanted me to move on with my life.  I couldn't put my dreams of having a place of my own, sharing my life with a special woman and having a successful working career on hold forever.  I soon began to see my storage unit and said to myself " I have to let go of some of these reminders of the past".  I have to begin to throw away the excess and the unusable memories of mom.  So there is where I will leave off for next time.

Holding On-Day One

Today I start my blog on keeping a storage unit.  One may ask "Why in the world does one care so much about a damn storage unit?"  Well I have to think habout why I got it in the first place.  I had an apartment, paid off car and full time job.  Life was great until the day mom died.  That day life as I knew it ended along with mom's death.  I give myself credit, I didn't fall to pieces.  I kept alot of my hurt and pain to and did what I had to do to support the family.  Mom's wishes were to leave her house to my sister. But I knew my sister couldn't handle such a burden right away.  So I gave up my apartment and moved in with my sister.  I even moved her out of her storage unit she had for her stuff.  That makes me think how funny how our houses can become virtual storage units of stuff.  My sister had all kinds of wanted and unwanted things from beds to cookware.  Now she had a whole house to find a place for that same stuff that was previously crammed into a 8 X 10 storage unit.  My life that was one in pretty nice size one bedroom apartment was now crammed into a larger garage size sto rage unit. Memories of my previous independent life became packed away in a  darkened storage unit.  I don't mean to make my moving into a storage unit sound so bad because I did what I had to do to help my sister.  For the time I lived with my sister I was able to help her alot and maintain my storage unit.  But that story is for another day.