Mister and I have moved into a small apartment. We’ve taken to calling it “The Hotel.” After living in a house – with a garage – this is definitely downsizing. And because we’ve downsized, not everything we own is here in the hotel. Storage, friends. Storage.
We chose to go with the PODS system. We had the largest unit available delivered, and then we filled it. To the gills. And beyond. Seriously, that POD was packed. And though Mister and I aspired to be orderly and neat in our packing, in the end that poor POD looked like “The Beverly Hillbillies” had loaded it. It was full of a heck of a lot of stuff, y’all. A lot of stuff. In fact, the PODS driver/operator told us the weight of the empty POD was 3000 pounds. The loaded POD weighed 10,000 pounds. Now, I know very little in this world, but I do know basic math. And basic math doesn’t lie.
So after moving as much as we could into the hotel, after 3 super-large donations to charity, after placing more stuff than I can remember on the curb (where it was all promptly taken by new owners), Mister and I loaded 7000 pounds of stuff into that POD. By ourselves. Uh, yep.
When going through a move, a lot of us get in the mindset of purging. And that’s good. I’m hoping the feeling lasts, and that I’ll continue to purge when we leave the hotel for our next residence. Wherever, whenever that may be.
In the meantime, there’s a POD in a warehouse with our names on it. And that thang has 7000 pounds of stuff packed inside. The back 1/3 is pretty organized and neat. The rest? It’s wonky and unorganized.
And it’s all ours.
Until we get rid of it.