My very first car was a baby blue Plymouth Sundance. I called her the Blue Beast and she started to shake if you got above 65 mph. While speed was not her forte, she did have a roomy glove box. Why does the glove box matter you ask? Because come summer time, the glove box was inevitably filled with things for impromptu over nights. Toothbrush and toothpaste, supplies for contacts, and possibly a fresh pair of underwear all took up residence in my glove box during the summer. I lived about 20 minutes outside of town so having the necessary toiletries on hand made for less driving late at night.
Why all the reminiscing about my old glove box? Because this summer my apartment is starting to feel like that old glove box. One of the things I like about my apartment complex is that it comes with a storage unit in the basement. This is perfect for storing all of my offseason equipment. It’s filled with cook ware I don’t use all the frequently, luggage, camping gear, skis, golf clubs, etc. It probably has stuff I’ve forgotten I even own since its stuffed floor to ceiling.
The problem is that this summer, I have so much going on that nothing seems to be making it back into the storage unit before I need it again. Now this wouldn’t seem like a big deal to most, but I’m one of those ridiculous people who unpacks immediately after returning from a trip. Baring any weird circumstances, I am usually unpacked with everything in its rightful place within an hour or so of walking through the door. It’s a sickness, I know. So you can imagine how I feel about the fact that my sleeping bag has been floating around my living room for a month and will continue to do so for at least another one.
I really do keep meaning to put things away. Part of the problem is I have a mental block about going to the storage unit. It smells funny down there and since my unit is so packed (neatly, of course), it’s a bit of a production to take things out of there and/or put them back. Then there’s the fact that I’ll need the sleeping bag again next weekend, or the weekend after that, so why go to all the hassle of putting it back in the storage unit only to get it out again? Which is why there’s an air mattress taking up residence underneath an end table in my living room and a sleeping bag wedged between my couches. Oh, and don’t forget the golf clubs and camping chair tucked in behind the front door.
It’s starting to drive me crazy. Almost all of those items are going on a trip in a little over a week and I’m temped to put them in my car now just so I don’t have to look at them. Because seriously, who wants to live in a glove box?
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