I paid way too much for the oversized storage unit. It was on the first floor. It was air-conditioned (necessary for the art and at one point the legos), When I was still with my ex, the storage unit was a constant point of contention: even though it held both of our stuff (we moved from a house in Philly to an apartment in Austin) they claimed they could get rid of their stuff. It was my stuff that was the problem. How was that true, I always wondered? Where was the logic? Then do it, I would say. It didn’t matter. The storage, the problems, and the cost were all mine. It was both logistically impossible and sentimentally difficult for me to rid myself of the storage unit. It was more of a logistical issue for them. But paying it was my responsibility, my fault, my weight. Like so much of our relationship.
Storage, baggage, and the things we keep.
Storage, baggage, and the things we keep.
Storage, baggage, and the things we keep.
I paid way too much for the oversized storage unit. It was on the first floor. It was air-conditioned (necessary for the art and at one point the legos), When I was still with my ex, the storage unit was a constant point of contention: even though it held both of our stuff (we moved from a house in Philly to an apartment in Austin) they claimed they could get rid of their stuff. It was my stuff that was the problem. How was that true, I always wondered? Where was the logic? Then do it, I would say. It didn’t matter. The storage, the problems, and the cost were all mine. It was both logistically impossible and sentimentally difficult for me to rid myself of the storage unit. It was more of a logistical issue for them. But paying it was my responsibility, my fault, my weight. Like so much of our relationship.