I have been trying for two years to clean my stuff out a storage unit my family has rented in Kalispell since I was in college. While I was in Iowa, I just didn't have the time or space to do anything about it. Now that I am back in Montana, I figured it was time to get out of there once and for all. The problem is that I have not been able to get access until this summer because no one would give me a key (or admit that they had one in some cases). Annoyingly, my sister has been telling me all that time that she couldn't clean her stuff out of the unit because my stuff was in the way. This was amusing to me because I have way less stuff than she does, despite her repeated denials.
[das ist gut]
Ah, nostalgia. Where would we be without it? An uncluttered, happy place!