I was supposed to move out of my humble abode of 8 long years on Labor Day, 6 September 2021, after having received 60 days notice of a No-Cause Non-Renewal. The market in Vegas being what it is (or was 2-3 months ago, anyway), I believe they wanted to reset the rent on that unit to get renewal increases higher than I was providing them. Anyway, they gave no reason, hence the No-Cause notice, and my moving process began.
Luckily I was able to find a new place within a day, so that gave me high hopes that the thing we all dread would go somewhat smoothly. After all, if finding a new place could be considered the big challenge with many variables, surely packing stuff surrounding me each day would be a piece of cake. Normally, it would have been.
While I did have storage and moving truck resources locked down (future self, remember that a reservation with U-Haul is only advisory, things can change at the last minute and they most definitely did; use a different vendor for such things), in my mind I was moving out in a mode similar to that in which I moved in some eight years earlier. A visual survey suggested my somewhat chaotic organizational creation that was my little live-work residence, especially after the effects of pandemic isolationism on accumulation (in particular small things and the larger boxes than needed that Amazon tends to use), would actually be fine, boxing up nicely by general area with the bulk going into storage and some basics like my bed going to Phoenix for a few weeks in that move-out/move-in gap I had to deal with.
I was very, very wrong.
Over the course of eight years I had accumulated a great many things, mostly small and packable as opposed to larger and in need of, say, a second warm body to grab an end, but still the scope and grandeur of my creation was a most unfortunate surprise to me. In my work-a-day world there is this concept of Technical Debt, which is basically all of the stuff you do now that will come back later to bite you and/or your developers, clients, and customers. I had been accumulating residential debt for eight years, and by 7 September I was deeply in collections.
Long story short, I did move the storage stuff into storage, I left a lot of stuff in the dumpster bays for the unwashed masses to collect in their various dives, and I left a few larger furniture items in the apartment, because in the end I had gone over the egress date by enough so that my stock price was dropping. Not a great situation, and while I’m glad it finally came to an end with my driving the more important stuff down to Phoenix where I am as I write this, there will no doubt be lingering results felt for quite some time. This residential debt is not yet paid all the way down, the question is whether it will go back up in the coming months and years.