I’m gonna be straight with you—most people totally botch this. They treat the unit like a giant closet you just chuck stuff into and slam the door. Big mistake. I learned this the hard way when I had to find my ski boots in February and ended up in a three-hour, sweating-cursing excavation that felt like an archaeological dig through my own bad decisions.
Here’s the truth nobody tells you: a storage unit isn’t passive. It’s a tool. And you can set it up to actually work for you, not against you. It’s all about being a little bit smarter than Past You, who is, let’s face it, kind of a jerk who doesn’t think about Future You’s sanity.
First, the pre-game. You gotta sort
Don’t even look at a box yet. Just make piles in your living room until your family complains. I do three:
- The “Keepers.” The real stuff. Grandma’s quilt, the baby clothes you’re sentimental about, your legit tax documents.
- The “Maybe Someday” pile. This is a trap. This pile is where dreams go to die and storage fees add up. Be brutal. That juicer you used twice? That Someday was five years ago. Move it.
- The “Get it Out of My House” pile. Donation, recycling, trash. Be free.
This step sucks. It’s emotional labor. But it’s the single biggest thing that determines if this whole endeavor is a smart move or a monthly bill for your junk.
Getting the stuff there
Here’s my unscientific, highly opinionated gear list:
- Boxes: Get the small and medium ones from Home Depot. The big ones? They lie. They say they’ll hold all your books, and then they burst and give you a hernia. Small boxes are manageable.
- Tape: Get the good tape. Not the dollar store stuff that’s basically shiny saran wrap. Your life is in these boxes. Affix it properly.
- A Marker That Works: Not a dying ballpoint. A fat, smelly Sharpie. You’ll lose three during this process. It’s a law of nature.
- Bins for the precious stuff: Photos, important papers, your favorite wool sweater—anything you’d cry if it got dusty or damp. A clear tote is worth it.
- Old blankets and towels: Furniture scratch-preventers and also great for wrapping weirdly shaped things.
The Labeling Hall of Fame (and Shame)
“Misc” is a crime. “Sarah’s Room” is useless. You think Future You will remember what was in Sarah’s room in 2021? No shot.
You gotta get specific. Painfully so. My last move, I labeled a box “Wedding Stuff (Toaster, Photo Album, Cake Knife).” Six months later, when we needed the toaster, I high-fived myself. It’s the little wins.
Write it on the SIDE of the box. In big letters. Top labels are invisible when stacked. And for the love of all that is holy, label at least two sides.
The Load-In: This is Where You Win
Picture your empty unit. It’s so clean. So full of potential. Don’t ruin it.
- Don’t let stuff touch the floor directly. Concrete has a chill, and it whispers moisture. Throw down some scrap wood, pallets, even those flattened cardboard boxes. A barrier is key.
- Heavy stuff in the back. Books, tools, that dumbbell set you swear you’ll use. Build your foundation in the rear. Stack heaviest to lightest, like you’re building a pyramid.
- CREATE. AN. AISLE. This is the master rule. Leave a person-sized pathway down the middle, from the door to the back wall. If you don’t, you’ve created a tomb, not a storage unit. The thing you need will always be in the very back corner.
- Furniture Tetris. Take the legs off tables. Stand mattresses and table tops on their sides along the walls—they’re space hogs lying flat. Fill empty drawers and cupboards with light stuff (linens, pillows). A bookshelf becomes instant shelving inside your unit. Genius.
- Zone it out. Back = Long-term archive (holiday decor you only get once a year). Middle = The sometimes stuff (camping gear). Front = The “I might need this soon” zone (out-of-season clothes, your other set of dishes). Be strategic.
The Final Touch
You’re sweaty, you’re tired, the unit is full. Before you lock up, stand in your aisle. Look at your handiwork. Does it look stable? Can you get to the back? Take a picture with your phone. I’m serious. In nine months when you’re looking for the waffle iron, that photo will be a treasure map.
It’s a few hours of hard thinking and heavy lifting to save yourself years of hassle. And listen, if you’re doing all this work, you deserve a place that doesn’t fight you. That’s what we try to be at Storage One Hubert—a clean, dry, well-lit spot where your carefully packed boxes stay safe and your aisle doesn’t get crowded by someone else’s mess. We handle the security and the clean driveways; you handle the brilliant organization.
Now go get a drink of water. You’ve earned it. Future You is already less stressed.













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