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Storage Woes and Road Trippin’ – Part 1

I love it when the stars align. When things just fall together to make whatever you have been trying to do or  to accomplish for a very long time becomes easy to tackle and without much thought or expense.

This recently happened and it turned out to be not only easy, but fun too. Those who know me well know that I am very well acquainted with storage units. This is a result of moving around a lot when I was married to David. There was the first storage unit in Palm Springs when not all of our furniture fit into the first house we moved in. We eventually sold the furniture and move some items into a smaller unit. We added a few of my father-in-law’s things as a favor to him. Then we inherited all of my son Jarrod’s crap books and things when he graduated college. Then we moved from Palm Springs to Tubac, Arizona and rented our Palm Springs house furnished so we got a bigger unit and added most of our personal belongings and what we didn’t need to take to Arizona. The house we bought in Tubac had been staged so we bought the furniture with it, but I did take a truckload of personal items with me that were too important to part with; stuff that just needed to follow me wherever I went. Wait, I’m not done.

Two years later we moved back to our home in Palm Springs. Because we were keeping Arizona as a vacation home and going back and forth, those important items that were supposed to follow me everywhere remained in Arizona. A few years later we decided to move to Healdsburg. With that decision, we put everything that was in the Palm Springs house into a holding unit with a moving company until we figured out where we were going to be living (because we had a temporary residence) and then we would send for it. To that holding unit, we added whatever was remaining in the other unit. I realize this tale is somewhat boring, but stay with me, okay?

So we found a house in Healdsburg. It was very small compared to our home in Palm Springs. There was no way were going to be able to fit all of our furniture into this house so David just went out and bought new stuff. I guess it was just easier that way? I did send for everything that were in boxes and told the moving company I would send for the furniture when I found a suitable storage unit in Healdsburg. Eventually I did that. I found a huge unit, but was still absolutely stunned by the amount of crap furniture that came on that truck. There was a shit-ton of other crap items too. I had forgotten that the boxes I first sent for had been specifically set aside and marked by me as what I would definitely need should the situation arise that we would bring things up in separate trips, which were dishes, linen, etc. I’m almost done. This back story is important to the rest of the story. I think.

Since the obtaining of this giant unit to fill up wasn’t long after my divorce and right before I was moving into my new cottage, I set about getting rid of what I no longer needed. I was happy to see my almost new washer and dryer because I needed them, and I was happy to see my beautiful headboard and footboard for my bed because I knew how pretty it would look in my new bedroom, but there wasn’t much else I could fit in my cottage. My dear friend, Doralice helped me sell/donate/junk most of the furniture and then I transferred what was left into a much smaller unit and organized it. One section was mine, one was Jarrod’s and one was David’s.

Back the beginning of the story. Those really important items in Arizona were still in Arizona and for the past five years I have been trying to figure out how to get them. Ultimately, David rented yet another storage unit there because he does short-term rentals from time to time and thought they would be more secure. So this was when the stars aligned. An opportunity in my lap to go get my really important items. Things so important to me that I had forgotten what they were.

The shortest version possible:  My friend John works at a lovely resort in Tucson. He is the wine steward/restaurant manager. He had a meeting with the Regional Manager of Ferrari-Carano about carrying their wines, which is where I work. (I said that because I’m just going to assume there are some reading this who don’t actually know me personally). Ahem. Anyway, the topic of a “wine dinner” came up. A wine dinner is where the winemaker goes to the restaurant and talks about the different wines with different food pairings It’s usually a five course meal or so. People love that stuff. They pay good money to meet the winemaker, who just happens to be one of my other dear friends. Her name is Sarah for those of you who don’t know her. Anyway, I’m sure you are seeing the stars aligning here. The dinner is scheduled, John called and said I should come with Sarah. If I stay with Sarah in her room, it will be free, Tubac is 40 miles south of Tucson, I will only need to pay for my flight there and then figure out how to get my stuff back to Healdsburg. I called David.

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