So, the buildings going condo, and Id gotten a letter before I left for NYC stating that the storage lockers in the dungeon were going to need to be cleared out to make room for some more construction. Id forgotten all about it until I came across the letter again tonight. I was so freaked out at the thought of someone cutting the locks to my (2) storage units and going through my crap. My hand-written journals are in there! All of the love letters Ive ever gotten are stored down there! The photos! The memories! All the good stuff!
My heart was in my throat as the elevator creaked down to the basement. I just knew it was going to be strewn about, and as Ive been on such a crying jag lately, I was mentally preparing myself for more waterworks.
But when the doors opened to the dank, musty coolness of the underground and I walked through the maze of storage units with the doors unhinged and the mostly empty units, I was relieved to find my spaces still locked up with everything neatly piled just as Id left it right after Christmas when I boxed up my little fake tree and the lights and the wreaths.
My stuff was still safe since Id clearly marked my spots and they know Im planning to buy my unit (um, yeah).
Still, I couldnt help but wonder if the other folks had purposely left all of their most intimate secrets behind in a rush, because everywhere I looked there were boxes and half-opened cages and bookshelves and crates and opened containers that were strewn from one end of the place to the other.
And not that Im a complete and utter snoop, but I just couldnt help myself, what being all alone amidst so much stuff!
Heres a small sampling of the treasures left behind:
The list goes on and on and on and on. I could have stayed down there all night, but then I started feeling a little creepy. I was just fascinated by my impromptu archeological dig. But who would purposely leave so much of themselves behind like that? I understand leaving in a hurry, but Id never leave all of my financial stuff, my photos AND my diaries in the basement of an old building let alone my teddy bear!
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