Hello Knox submitted by Anonymous
Recently, I was forced to come to the realization that I no longer could afford to keep the storage locker I have had for so many years. Over 6 years ago, after a rushed move from one location to another due to unforeseen circumstances, I had decided that it would be best to rent a storage locker to store many items that I hadn’t had the heart to get rid of. Furniture passed down from family, sports equipment, old photos, a record collection, gifts and cards from family and friends. You name it, I probably had it in there.
Over the passing years, the thought drifted through my mind of going through and pairing down what I had, organizing, bringing items home and generally getting rid of the storage unit itself – especially with each passing year the cost of keeping the unit grew. Each time the thoughts came, they just as easily floated away. My things were safe, dry and accessible when and if I needed them.
As the issue of COVID-19 escalated and we all hunkered down in our homes over the past month – the issue of the storage locker grew and grew in my mind and in my heart until the decision was made, it had to go.
When the morning of the move came, I marched out with my partner with determination in my mind that this was a decision I was making and that it was a comfort being able to make a choice during a situation that I didn’t have much control over. But when I opened the door to the unit and faced with so many items that I had held dear to my heart a feeling of frustration washed over me. I didn’t choose this – the situation the world was in was choosing this for me. I knew on a logical level I couldn’t be carrying around things I didn’t need but on the emotional side that realization hurt. I grieved each and every item that had to go; at many points it didn’t feel like a choice anymore.
Due to social distancing and many businesses being shut during this time, many thrift stores have issued pleas to people to not spring clean and bring their donations in as there is no one to sort and deal with the incoming items. Bearing this in mind, during cleaning out my storage locker I had to be careful to keep in mind where all of these things would be going – and in the end this is what brought me peace. Yarn went to knitting and crocheting friends, the bread maker to a new and young family in need. Photos and memorabilia was carefully squirreled away at home and that what I didn’t immediately know what to do with came home in boxes to have research done about who could use it and where it could be donated in these times.
During these times each situation faced (even something as seemingly trivial as a storage locker) can feel like an emotional rollercoaster ride – it can be harder to feel like you are making the right decisions but in the end “packing lighter” and trying to find ways to see how your choices can benefit you and sometimes others can make it worth while.