Seven years ago we decided to live full-time in our trailer and travel.
In March 2005 we moved the remainder of our belongings into a storage unit. This was after we whittled it down to the bare minimum, getting rid of the majority of our furniture, Jim's tools, books (donated 650 to the library!), and other miscellaneous stuff. The remaining items that I could not POSSIBLY part with fit into a 10 x 10 storage unit.
Which we've paid on for 89 months.
I don't want to tell you how much money that totals up to.
Billions and billions.
Okay I'm exaggerating.
But not by much.
Anyhoo, the day had finally come to empty the storage unit. When we first came back to Illinois, we moved about half the storage things into our garage. Of course I unpacked the dire necessities such as dishes, towels, pots/pans, etc. But many things I just didn't want to deal with and left in the garage.
Every month since we've been back we say, "We've GOT to get the rest of the stuff out of storage so we don't have to pay another month."
Of course, we say this when there's about two days left of the month and it's almost impossible to schedule the moving van from the storage place.
There was always an excuse.
But this month we bit the bullet, scheduled the van, and moved all the stuff.
In one day.
It is 40 miles one way to the storage place. We got there, got the instructions for the truck, pulled it closer to our unit, then went inside.
I should have taken a picture of our unit.
It looked more than half full, although Jim assured me it was not.
Luckily, Jim is a BIG GUY, with strong muscles and is like a work horse. An old work horse, that sweats like a mother, but strong nonetheless.
I, on the other hand, am worth shit.
I can say it's from fibromyalgia, which is partly to blame, but pretty much I am a weakling.
I admit it.
Even though I used to be a good arm wrestler.
I arm-wrestled every boy in the 6th grade and BEAT THEM, except for Jack Indurante.
Who else could put that on their resume?
But I digress.
Even though we donated so many books to the library, I bet we have 20 boxes of books! Seriously? Now what?
We loaded, and loaded, and loaded, and eventually filled the truck and emptied our space.
Jim looked like he ran through somebody's sprinkler he was so wet! There was sweat even dripping from the brim of his hat!
Now I admit, I wasn't as fresh as a daisy, either!
We arrived back home soon enough. Then I decided to get out of the truck.
My body did not want to move. Every muscle was screaming "NO!"
I plugged my ears and said, "La,La,La", ignoring the pain, and slowly stepped down.
We have a one car garage that already had boxes. It was about 3/4's full.
I told Jim that I wanted all the Christmas boxes in one area. I kept pushing box after box after box of Christmas stuff to the end of the truck while Jim brought them into the garage. Just when I thought I was done, I'd find another one and sheepishly bring it out. "Here's another Christmas box!"
Jim was an angel and didn't say a word.
Any box that said "knick-knack" or "household items", etc, were brought right into the house. I also went through the boxes that were previously in the garage that were marked the same, and instructed Jim to bring those in, too. Here is where I regretted not doing this before.
Because this is what my house looks like now.
Looks like I've got my work cut out for me!
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