Storage…

We finally moved the storage from San Diego to LA County!

Years ago, I decided to pack up my life and move to North County San Diego as a way to try something new, give myself a break from the LA chaos, and explore a new life.

What I found, besides great weather and sunshine, was a lot of pretentiousness, people who hate LA, an unwritten rivalry, simplistic behaviors, rejection of anything that stood outside of conforming social norms, and a lack of compassion and understanding.

I was doing Uber at the time…

And within 2 weeks, I was scolded for being from LA.

I never knew San Diego had an ongoing, envious rivalry with Los Angeles.

Strange.

I experienced a dark time. I was in isolation, ready to move back to LA, and then the pandemic happened.

I couldn’t catch a break.

All my stuff sat in a storage unit for YEARS!

I was 29 when I left LA.
My Saturn Return.

It took me 9 years to clear the history with a place that absolutely despised me.

This past weekend, we teamed together and moved my things from 3 different storages, into one, in LA county.

Old art, memories, and boxes of a time that passed long before stepping into my better self.

I could see the self destruction, the disarray, the pain in every box we moved.
Artwork that once had potential, was all destroyed from the chaos, the mayhem.

It was an eye opening moment…

I was scared then.
Afraid to let go.
Afraid of rejection, failure, isolation, and of myself.

And while living there, I had to begin again.. facing isolation, rejection, failure, forced to become new friends with myself.

Seeing these boxes, and destroyed artworks, remembering it all as precious keepsakes, was truly a moment of reassurance.

I was sad to see my broken things, but I was happy to see how much I’d grown.

It wasn’t 5 x 10’s of treasures.
It was memories of a broken past, just like the broken artwork.
It was a young girl who entered a big world alone.
I was a young woman, afraid of losing, terrified of failure.

And now it’s here.
It’s out of San Diego.

I see the truth for what it is.

and now that I recognize this painful glimpse of my past…
It’s time to purge.

Like a removal of a cancerous skin tag.

Time to donate, sell, and trash this chapter of my life to make room for my new appreciation of life.

Stay Tuned for the cleansing.

-Lund3on