The Moving Storage Maven Loses Her Title
When I was a child, we moved many times. We lived in various places in the world and it was always an adventure. When I got older, I realized it was a heavy task. My parents did a lot of work to move each time. They were so good at assuring that we had all the comforts of home no matter where we were. We always had a moving company take care of the actual move, so we were never driving a rental truck around. We used moving storage options every time. We often had to have a small shipment delivered before the big truck could bring the whole lot. That meant we were frequently renting a moving storage option with the moving company. For the moves to other countries, we usually had to prepare to have things in one of those moving storage facilities for a couple months until we were settled in a permanent place. By the time we finished our moves, we were so familiar with the movers that we would buy them beer and pizza.
You would think I would be a whiz at all this moving storage hoopla after years of practice. I was under that assumption, until we decided to renovate our house. Were were required to pack up many things and move to a little part of the house for months. We decided to contact a moving storage business and have a transportable box delivered for the belongings we needed to store. We slowly packed up boxes and furniture into the storage box before the contractors started the heavy work. When we had everything packed in the container, the moving storage company took it to their warehouse. It was super easy and we had a key to access the contents whenever we needed. The place was clean and air conditioned. We called the moving storage people when our remodeling project was done, the container was brought to our curbside again and we unpacked at our leisure.
If all that went so smoothly, why then did I lose my title as moving pro? It is all attributable to a small moving storage mishap we should have foreseen, but did not. We moved to a small apartment after a couple weeks, due to an unexpected construction dust storm. I fell apart. We were expecting our second child at the time. It was freezing outside and I had to rush my belly and my child out of the house within a matter of minutes, when the house began to fill with small particulate concrete material. My spouse had to zoom from work to rescue us. He ran in the house, gathered what we needed in the short term and tried to cover the furniture to protect it from the ensuing dust storm. Some lovely friends let us stay in their basement before we could move into an apartment around the corner. To my dismay, it was not at all how I expected it to go. Needless to say, I called my parents during the whole moving storage debacle and told them how much I appreciated their hard work during all those moves when I was a child.
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