Knowing that most of what I had was yarn or other, light-weight craft products (fleece fabric, etc. - okay, so most actually was yarn! đđ), I'd originally packed up the skeins in, well, whatever random boxes I could get my hands on. Once this no longer became an option, because I'd thought that yarn, being yarn, wasn't going to need much in the way of sturdy cardboard, I'd purchased ordinary medium-sized storage boxes.
In re-building the storage unit, & after having box after box fall out because the box no longer remained strong enough after becoming damp & having apparently enough pounds of yarn in it to become too weak, it became all too obvious that I'd been trying too hard to be, well, too cheap about it. I needed to purchase the "heavy duty" cardboard boxes which would best withstand not just the pressure of the pile sitting above it (when stacked up high in the unit) -- the heavy duty boxes would also resist potential "light dampness" better than an ordinary cardboard box.
And so, after learning that a nearby unit was empty & that I could migrate into that other unit, I began (with lots of help from Dad that day đȘ) placing the wood planks along the bottom of the unit, then placing those of these that I had on top of the planks. This was Dad's idea. Since they're plastic it would take that much longer for the bottom-of-the-unit moisture to make its way up & into the heavy duty strength boxes - which I'd also taken the extra precaution & wrapped the contents up of in these.
Yes, I did. Come on, most everything I owned got messed up - every. single. precaution needed to be taken. No, I wasn't going overboard. After a torrential downpour hits all of the loot, it's no-holds-barre. I wrapped up what I wrapped up & then stocked it up very high.)
In the spirit of all things optimistic, I got out of a unit with obvious moisture-holding issues. Two days after I'd wiped it down & moved most every one of my things out, it showed big signs of holding abundant moisture along a sizable back corner section.
I also repacked plenty of things, tidying up unnecessary & technically un-safe - due to fall-in - empty space in lots of the original boxes. Probably the biggest deal: I labeled the boxes. Yes, I did. It took lots out of me, yet I made it happen; I had to. I didn't like the idea because that would mean whatever changes I made, it would be forever etched onto each box. I had to get past that. I feel I've scared the boxes. đ
There was no way around it any longer. And because I did label them, even with just the simplicity of jotting down a key word or two in a reasonable sized printing, now that which I own, that which I bother to continue possessing đ, well, now it's all staring right at me; it's clear as day. To be even more optimistic, this is also a good thing. There's some accountability in this concept; there's definitely a calculated acknowledgement.
For some reason I find peace & acceptance in knowing I can only do good things with these heavy-duty labeled boxes of mine & proceed forward in a positive way to both find what I actually need (hello next season of clothes đ), as well as make progress on utilizing my yarn & other crafting supplies. And, yes, continue to move along remaining papers/paperwork, etc. which really doesn't matter anymore & really doesn't hold any meaning in retaining other than menial mental gratification.
This is where we all grow up a little bit more with each unanticipated & unforeseeable personal torrential downpour in our life.
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