I’ve been living a plastic storage life ever since I started moving from an apartment to a house. Everywhere I look all I see is polyethylene in all its forms, from the smallest containers that hold my books, to the largest plastic storage boxes that take 2 people to move. Everything is easy to move around, the containers are easy to empty out, and when it’s all said and done I can just take them all outside and hose them off, one after another. It’s futuristic in a sense, and its driving me nuts.
My clothes are all in plastic storage bins, halfway between the new place and the old one. If I realize I don’t have any clean socks set aside, I need to go digging through the sterile plastic storage drawers cluttering up my room. This is not ideal. As a matter of fact, it’s getting more annoying with every morning that passes. I never considered myself a neat freak growing up, but I now realize that if my bedroom is cluttered, I feel stress. I need to get this done so I can put things back together again for myself.
I had some furniture in storage that I’m planning on moving into the house, but I haven’t had an opportunity to do it yet, so when things aren’t cluttered by boxes, they’re lacking of furniture, which is inconvenient. This is a problem that will be fixed within just a couple days, but eating lunch while either standing up or sitting on plastic storage containers is old. I’m done with it.
I’ve carefully packed away all my legal papers, documents, tax info, work materials, and more in a few carefully chosen storage boxes. However, it turns out I had buried some mortgage things I needed, and so I went to find them. If I had been at my old desk, with everything in its proper place, I doubt I would’ve had a problem. I would’ve just searched until I found it. But it turned into an exercise, as I tried to take everything apart, leaving it in an order that I could put back together afterwards, and then putting it all back together in its plastic storage bins once I was done. I was irritated by the end.
And do you know how annoying it is to get into the shower and realize you left your body wash in the old place? This didn’t prove to be a massive deal, as my wife’s stuff was there… but I don’t really like smelling like pomegranate all day.
I’m just a little frustrated today, but things are still moving. We’ll be settled in within a week or so, and then I can really work at getting all this together. But until then, I don’t wanna look at another storage bin.
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