the new york times has a piece today on the booming self-storage business, and how it is a gateway to the accumulation-of-more-crap addiction.
Storage-space users have traditionally rented for short periods, Mr. Scanlon said, most commonly during life changes like divorce or relocation. But in recent years a new kind of renter has emerged, one who rents for longer periods, sometimes paying thousands of dollars a year, sometimes for units in faraway cities. These new renters seem compelled to keep trading up, from a cozy Ã¢â‚¬Å“personal closet,Ã¢â‚¬Â say, to a garage-like room, and then to a second unit or even a third. They represent what Diane Piegza, a spokeswoman for Sovran Self Storage, which owns the Uncle BobÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s chain of storage facilities in 22 states, calls Ã¢â‚¬Å“a segment of the population that has truly embedded storage into its lifestyle.Ã¢â‚¬Â
For many, the appeal of renting storage space is the way it seems to represent the pursuit of simplicity: by transferring excess stuff to a storage unit, people can free their basements, attics and living rooms from yearsÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ worth of clutter, and create the impression of a pared-down life.
i’m going for the real thing right now, not just the impression of a pared-down life. i especially liked the phrase “perceived delusional value” in that article, because i find myself doing that with everything. “wait a minute, i better not throw out these boxes of marine hardware,that shit was expensive, and you never know when you will get the next boat.” yeah right, but a new boat ain’t gonna need that box of crap from the old boat.
more and more stuff each day is going to the dumpster or to “out of the closet”. i recommend it, the feeling of lightness and freedom is really sweet. seriously, throw some crap out.
another thing i am noticing is that i like my apartment and the bay area now a lot more now that i am seriously thinking of leaving. the grass is always greener.