It’s late at night and you’ve been at it for hours. Your spouse starts yelling because the cellophane tape is breaking off of its roll and she/he can’t get the roll started again. Obscenities are being generated.
Do you reply with:
- “Why don’t you take a break? Better yet, let’s quit for the day.”
- “It doesn’t do that for me. What are you doing wrong?”
The correct response is something along the lines of #1. It is not, I repeat not, #2.
We priced storage facilities yesterday. Yikes! It depends on the location, but a 10′ x 10′ space costs between $200-$230 a month plus tax.
We’ve heard stories about people storing things for years, and when they empty their storage container most of the stuff goes into a dumpster. That’s insane! You paid lots of money to hold on to that junk only to discard it!
Why do humans hold onto stuff? What is it about “stuff?”
We’re moving our goods out of the basement in preparation for painting. And now we’re throwing out more stuff. We’ve done this once and are doing it again. Stuff to Goodwill, stuff to charities, stuff to recycling…
I hope we can stick to a 10 x 10 or maybe even squeeze down to a 10 x 5. You don’t want to know the prices for 10 x 15 or 10 x 20 storage!
… in West Seattle. Now comes scheduling the move and deciding what goes into storage.
We spent four hours with our realtor today discussing what needs to happen to sell the house, what stays vs. goes for the staging, and when we need to move into temporary housing.
We’re selling our house and it hit me just today. We’ve been here 17 years and love it, but we want to downsize and simplify our lives. This feels very odd.
Twice in the past month I swore I did X when I actually did Y. One time it was misremembering an online order’s shipping charges, and the other time was when I committed to the wrong git branch.
Maybe my inevitable brain shrinkage has led to senility.