Last night after eight and a half years Tim and I finally got the last of my things out of storage. Storage units are interesting things. Aside from an insane money pit, they hold a slice of your life at the time that you place your life inside and close the door.
Here are some of the things that I have uncovered in the treasure trove of my unit.
- An opened bag of rawhide dog chews. Just waiting for a dog to chew them.
- Sample bottles of make up, shampoo and hand lotion. (Think about using these after 8 years of frozen winters and baking summers)
- Very melted candles. Did I not think they would melt?
- LOTS of area rugs! What?
- 2 huge plastic bins filled with my clothes. Is there a statute of limitations on very outdated clothes – including all the “fancy” underwear that I didn’t think I would need at Kripalu?
- Do-dads and knick-knacks. Yes the boxes were labeled as such.
- Boxes and boxes of picture frames. (Roger did not like blank walls)
- Not to forget, every card, letter or note that I ever received in my entire life. Yes, boxes of those too.
There was the good stuff too, like the books and dishes. However, aside from items like pots and pans, a television, and a vacuum, which Tim took from the unit over the years, what I uncovered is a picture of my life on January 31, 2003. Granted, I thought that my treasures would only be tucked away for six months. I had no idea that I would come back 8.5 years later and not need those sample bottles of shampoo.
Seeing the empty unit, I felt a chapter of my life end and now, a new chapter begins. I am home again. Now what do I do with those bottles of shampoo?
Just kidding.
