Moving Storage High Jinx During Remodeling
When I was a child, we moved many times. We lived in various places in the world and it was always an adventure. Once I became a teenager, I was able to grasp the gravity of the whole thing. My parents did a lot of work to move each time. Whenever we moved, they made sure they set up the necessities right away. We always had a moving company take care of the actual move, so we were never driving a rental truck around. Moving storage was always part of the process. We usually had to pack the absolute necessities to be shipped early. That required a certain amount of moving storage logistics. When we would move overseas, we had many shipments that had to live in a moving storage warehouse until we could move into our house. By the time our belongings were actually delivered, we usually knew the moving guys by name.
Having lived through all the adventures in moving storage options, I thought I was a pro at it. When we underwent a big remodeling project recently, my moving maven persona was shattered. Were were required to pack up many things and move to a little part of the house for months. We rented one of those portable storage containers from a moving storage company. 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 warehouse was climate controlled and guarded by a security guard. The moving storage company brought the storage box back to our house when our construction had finished, and we took our time unloading the contents.
If the story was that simple, I would have been able to maintain my moving maven status. It is all attributable to a small moving storage mishap we should have foreseen, but did not. We ended up moving out of the house entirely, after an unfortunate incident that involved the contractors forgetting to turn off our central air system before cutting into a concrete foundation. I fell apart. I was pregnant and had a toddler at home. It was snowing outside and we were in our pajamas eating breakfast when the dust began to fly. My spouse had to zoom from work to rescue us. He covered everything in plastic and grabbed things for an overnight bag. Some lovely friends let us stay in their basement before we could move into an apartment around the corner. It was not the smooth moves I experienced as a kid. I made a point during that frantic moving storage adventure to tell my mom and dad how amazing and courageous it was for them to make moving in my childhood feel so effortless.
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