My husband agreed to be ever-so-helpful and empty out the storage unit and take everything to the new house so that we can stop paying for storage. His knee was starting to give out, so he couldn’t bring everything up the stairs to the where it’ll be stored (though, to be fair, he did bring a lot of it up for me), so I told him just to leave it in the living room and I’d take it up today. Keep in mind, that he has an entire living room to put it all in, and he opts for directly in front of the door. Helpful, honey, really helpful:

On an unrelated note, I may be a hoarder.