Jen had just gotten off the phone with the manager of the small duplex that she would soon be moving into. The manager had said that her unit would be ready on time, and maybe even a few days early if she was in a rush. Jen was in a rush. Her life was changing rapidly and her emotions ran the gamut from fear and loss to excitement and relief. She and her boyfriend of five years had just ended their relationship, and the house that they had been sharing for years was now no longer a home at all. 

Now that she was moving storage was going to be a primary issue. Mark did not take much of anything that they had collected together over the years, and after he had loaded up his SUV with what he came into the relationship with, which was not all that much, he took off to go live with his brother, leaving Jen with the task of packing, cleaning and dealing with everything that they owned.

The duplex that she would soon occupy was much smaller than the house she had shared with Mark, and she felt slighted, because though she was going to be paying slightly less for her tiny two bedroom duplex , the amount of space that she was going to have available was considerably less.

The 1950s ranch that they had rented together had three bedrooms, as well as a full sized finished basement. She had grown accustomed to having plenty of space to store her art supplies and her enormous collection of vintage 1960s era clothing, as well as the huge amount of Halloween decorations that they had acquired over the years.

For the last three consecutive Octobers, they had decked out their front yard and turned it into a zombie graveyard, complete with tombstones, body parts and life sized ghouls. Jen knew that she would have to be moving storage bins full of severed heads and gravestones somewhere, but she had no idea what she would do with it all. What was she going to do with the coffin?

Jen went online and searched for a moving storage room. She realized that at this junction of her life, much of the stuff that she had was going to have to be kept somewhere other than her small duplex. She went over and took a quick tour of the facility and paid on the spot. The moving storage room would be the best solution for now. The only other option was to sell all of her things, and she could not imagine doing that and had no desire to part with all of it. Halloween was still her favorite holiday and her vintage clothing collection was still a kind of obsession for her.

Even though she did decide to ease up on the estate sales for a bit while she was getting used to her new home, Jen made sure that her moving storage room was large enough to not only hold the stuff that she already had, but also large enough to hold even more. She knew that her duplex was just a temporary place and within a year she would likely be moving again. She felt good about the change and excited by her new direction. She realized that this was more than just the ending of a relationship, it was the beginning of a whole new life for her.

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