Since my divorce, all of my possessions are in three or four places. A storage unit, at a dear cousin’s house, in my hotel… I have forgotten where some stuff is but I can be reminded. Today, I got my winter coat and some long johns. And some nice shoes I haven’t had to wear in a while.
I wore my heavy coat tonight as I crossed the street to buy a chocolate bar and it was the first time I wasn’t cold in weeks.
We all have our storage units. Memories, dreams, aspirations, warmth.
I fumbled through my things to find the keys to my storage unit this morning. When I found it, I felt lucky. Finding the key to your storage unit is finding the key to your past and your future. We just hope the lock isn’t frozen and we can figure out which way to unlock it.