One of my more inane monthly expenditures has been a small storage unit. When first rented following the closure of my office nine years ago, it seemed a necessity. I had financial records, employment records, books, more office supplies than I could give away, a large photocopier, a tall cherry red bookcase from Ikea, oodles of books. And then I retired from the job that followed, with contents of desk drawers that belonged to me, not the hospital. Some $18K in fees later, I am paying monthly to house stuff that I don't want. The statute of limitations on financial records has lapsed, not that I could find any if requested. The medical records were stored elsewhere and destroyed when the required storage time elapsed. It's time to divest of the storage fees. The only item that I know I want is that bookcase which will house quite a lot of books in my bedroom.
In the meantime, I have emptied most of my home files and made a commitment to myself to clean the basement, partly to have a single storage area in my home and partly for a form of end-of-life planning so my survivors do not have to pay somebody to do this.
At three boxes a week, I can now see the floor of that storage unit. Much has gone to shredding. Office supplies need a home, which for now is two baskets in the lower hall. My Franklin Planner accumulation has gone to a mixture of shredding and paper recycle. Diplomas of various types have just come home, a closet to be identified for their indefinite storage. I remain on schedule for the end of the year. What to do with the money saved? It will be something celebratory.
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