Mobile Storage

I grew up moving around a lot. 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 mom and dad never made it feel like a big deal. 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. 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 required a certain amount of moving storage logistics. 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. 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 decided to contact a moving storage business and have a transportable box delivered for the belongings we needed to store. They brought it to our curb and we moved things into it at our leisure. When we had everything packed in the container, the moving storage company took it to their warehouse. We did not have to load everything in a truck, then into a storage facility like in the old days. The warehouse was climate controlled and guarded by a security guard. 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? Well, in the middle of this whole moving storage adventure, there was a minor hiccup. 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 lost it. 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 husband rushed home in a taxi to help. 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. 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.