The storage locker
We spent a good chunk of yesterday and today emptying out our storage locker here in Portland and ferrying things down to McMinnville where a friend has a ginormous locker that he’s letting us put things in. Free!
It was really bizarre looking through the locker as we’d forgotten what a lot of the contents were. Rob said that it was like going through a deceased aunt’s house because all the things in there seem like they belong to another life. Creepy.
I found my box of juvenilia, which I did not bring back to the apartment, tempting though it was. At some point next summer, we’ll go down and sort through things but at the moment it was just too overwhelming.