When Storage Makes Sense

Sometimes having a storage unit is a crutch. But sometimes it makes sense!

We first had a storage unit when we moved out of our California house, and started exploring Costa Rica. We sold or donated a lot, but we weren't sure where we would end up - our move might be temporary, or...

After a while, we brought a lot to Costa Rica, and my parents moved some of their excess into the emptied space.

A few years later, I got itchy feet, and started a series of contracts in Iowa - it only made sense to store the car and a few necessities in between gigs.

Well, eventually that ended, and we downsized to a small trailer, back to California. A lot of that came to New Mexico with us.

When we moved on to France, we (again) sold or donated a lot, but brought back the sentimental things to store in California 🙂.

Here we are, 5 years later - our "annual" visit was delayed due to you-know-what. My parents were getting tired of having stuff in storage, and we were ready to drastically reduce what had just been convenient to forget about. We spent a good part of the month sorting, donating, selling, and we moved into a *much* smaller unit. On one day alone, we donated 8 boxes of books, and 4 of computer parts. Other days were nearly as significant!

Hopefully we will know more about our living situation in the next few months, and our storage unit will become a fond memory 😬