What was I just saying?

So a couple days ago, I was talking about how my clothes are still in piles on various flat surfaces in my room because there's not really anywhere to put them. Even though it's been a year, I'm still treating it like a transitional space, and I'm not inclined to change that.

Today, I got a letter from my moving/storage company in Florida, and they're closing their Tallahassee branch. Goddammit. Technically it's already closed; they're just keeping the warehouse open for another month so people can make arrangements to have their stuff delivered. Or...they'll deliver it to another storage company in town. The latter is simple enough, a return to the status quo, but I like the company I chose and know nothing about their successor.

Unfortunately there's nowhere to put any of it here if I have it delivered, so that means putting it in storage locally. I've spent nearly three years saying, "I have one of those...it's just in Florida." With the heat and humidity there, I'm not sure how most of it will have fared. My argument for not moving it up here before was that I'd have to pay to move it a second time when I move into a place of my own. It was a sound argument, but now... Of course if I choose to move it up now, I may end up regretting that I hadn't done it last year. Oh well, that's not worth dwelling on.

My fortune from Friday's cookie seems right:

Change is happening in your life, so go with the flow!

I suppose it's more advice than fortune, but at the time I hadn't been able to see much change.