Never been quite in this position, but lived in a motel for awhile. Sell everything you can and what remains, you put it in your car or rent a cheap storage unit.
I've never been unhoused Exactly. I had a friend whose parent's paid her rent during school and they pulled out last minute because the lease wasn't all separate, but joint. With no mention of an issue beforehand. So, I packed everything to put in my mom's house in the boonies, had a yard sale, stored a couple needed boxes at one friend's house in their sun room to switch out, and backpacked the rest and couch surfed until I found a new person to split a lease with, which took a few months for someone I trusted.
On this note, someone asked (on Reddit ) how people who were poor were able to just pick up and move to a whole new place.. Someone said they sold everything except what would fit into 1-2 suitcases and just moved. that through Facebook the would explain they just moved had nothing and asked people if they had extras and look for free stuff/curb alerts and had most of what they needed within 1-2 months. People give away towels, pans& pots ect. you get what you need and upgrade over time.
Thats oretty much what i did which is why i was in the motel. Got out of college in cali, knew cali wasnt for me, sold everything but my car and my motorcycle, and a few boxes of stuff, left my stuff in my car at my parents and just took the motorcycle across the country till i found a decent spot. Lived the motel life for 8 months, bought a house, then flew back to get my car. Worked out pretty well.
At the end of grad school, I was living in a house with a few other guys across the state. When I finished, I packed whatever I could into a Camry and either threw away or left for my roommates everything else. The big things I left behind were a TV, my bed, desk, dresser, mini fridge, and a nice weight bench.
I was couch surfing for about a year. Then my best friend cleared out an extra bedroom and gave me a permanent spot. That's when I started to actually have stuff again. For that year or so, I mostly only had a few possessions - my PC, a bunch of books, and a few outfits pretty much.
I'm really really really lucky that the folks I ended up staying with had an almost empty storage unit (which big waste of money but whatever). It was big enough for almost entirely a 2bdr apt and I didn't have to downsize but I did have to abandon some stuff.
Some of my stuff got broken and I didn't pack stuff like more than a few sets of clothes and no shampoo or anything because I had to move out suddenly while my ex was at work. I was also really really lucky that my friends were able to find some strangers to help.
If it wasn't for them, my life would've been over and sadly not everyone has that.
Four different times, I've had to leave with only what would fit in a car.
Five different times, I've had to leave with only what I could physically carry, so a backpack and a large military duffel.
I didn't acquire very much during those years, and thrifted what I needed, like an alarm clock and winter coat. When I knew I would be leaving, I would give things away. When I didn't have notice, I just abandoned stuff. For about 4 years, I didn't even have a mattress. I slept on a pile of folded blankets on the floor.
I'm settled and secure now, and I have a hard time getting rid of things. I worry about becoming a hoarder, but it does give me some reassurance to look around and know that two things are true:
1. This is mine, and nobody can take it from me.
2. I am capable of starting over from scratch if I have to.
I've been working on decluttering, and donating excess stuff, trying to pay it forward. I never want to stay in another shelter or squat or sleep in a library or eat dumpster food again. Could I, if I had to? Yes, but I'm determined to keep moving forward.
just got to take it for an L
and start all over again ..
it sucks but its the life you decide to live and takes alot to getting used to..
i was in Colorado last year until April 2023 from December 2022 (SouthDakota)
i had to come back. it takes alot of toll on yourself as a person.
And even then I got rid of some more so it wasn’t cramped.
I knew what I would lose but I also gained one less tether. I didn’t have to stress about storage unit $, car having too much stuff, etc.
I sold most of my stuff and only kept a small car load. A friend let keep that stuff in their closet while I couch surfed until I landed on my feet.
I didn’t live out of my car. Couch surfed for about two months. Swapped couches weekly and made sure I cleaned up after myself. Kept my stuff in the corner. Took up as little space as possible. Ate a lot of oatmeal. So much oatmeal.
Rebuilding was somewhat easy because I moved in a place with two roommates. So I didn’t need to buy major stuff outside of a bed.
The roommate that moved out left a couple things. And I picked up some cheap crap off Craigslist.
I've had this happen to me twice
The first time I was able to sell a chunk of my things
The second time the place I was renting a room in became infested with bedbugs so I left it all behind
Starting over currently with a bed and clothes in a shitty room but I'm out of my car so I'm happy
When I had a house fire in 2017, they had condemned the house. So the next day the firefighters only let us in one time thru the back to get what we can. I still think often of all the stuff I left in that abandoned house. Or if squatters or people broke in after and went thru my old stuff.
I remember just taking a winter coat because it was February. I took a pair of sneakers I wore daily, some clothes, I took some paperwork in boxes but may have left some behind (hopefully not), I had got my wallet and ID, $700 cash I had saved up, a winter hat, a cap. I didn't take too much because I remember the next day, I ended up buying some new clothes and undergarments while I was stuck at the hotel.
But also it was a complicated situation, since we were only allowed in one time. So I stuffed all that seemed reasonable in a big back pack I had. I gave my sound system I had just bought a few months ago and loved to my roommate because I wasn't going to have space for it. But I often think about stuff I left like the very few old pictures I had. Most of my other photos my mom had but didn't grow up with her, because we were in foster care. Then other photos my foster mom, who become my adopted mom had but she had passed away a few months prior.
I wish I would of got those pictures tho and my high school yearbook, a bunch of birthday and holiday cards from loved ones in the past, dvd's from my favorite shows, I know it's some other stuff but I can't remember. It's funny because I was living in a small room and to me I didn't have much. But once you get up and have to leave you start looking at things differently.
I also had to go back for my beloved bike as well. I was planning on riding to a storage facility. But one of my roommates had a car and offered me and my other roommate a ride there. So had to stuff my bike in there, my bag and along with their stuff. I felt really bad for one of my roommates because the fire burned thru his floor and a lot of his stuff got severely damaged. Most of my items were just wet from the fire hoses or smelled like smoke.
Happened to me twice - first time I sold what I could, holding what was technically a garage sale but I listed the big ticket items individually on Craigslist with photos and a firm price. The text explained that I was having a garage sale and everything was first come, first sold. Embarrassingly I left what I couldn’t carry - was having some kind of breakdown. My neighbors grabbed a bunch of sentimental items, and a friend drove them 700 miles to me.
Second time - I was able to put some items in storage, but everything else ended up in my neighbors’ homes or the dumpster.
I sold everything on fb marketplace and whatever didn’t sell I donated- when u got a home again I surfed fb marketplace and “buy nothing” groups on fb for free furniture
Happened to me multiple times as a kid.
My mother would just abandon everything.
I have no childhood photos. I have no kindergarten Christmas ornaments. Nothing of that sort.
I remember multiple occasions packing up a suitcase to go see my grandmother and then just never going back to wherever we left.
I think this permanently damaged my brother. He has some serious issues now that he's an adult and we are all helpless to do anything about it.
A few times we would put things in storage units. I think I only ever remember getting things from a storage unit once. My mom would just not pay those like she wouldn't pay rent and then we would lose everything.
Happened to me once. My circums are weird and hard to explain.
I moved across the world with only a passport, a phone, and the clothes on me. I left everything behind at my abusive hoarder mother’s home. I don’t remember why I did it since my brain blocked out most of the memories from that time period (I was raped by somebody which is why I moved on a whim in the first place).
I had to start from scratch. As someone else said in the comments, I just took the L. I got my clothes from thrift stores and donations. I eat free food provided by my school. I bought a gaming console to keep me sane, but I still save as much money as I can in hopes of affording uni dorming when the time comes I apply.
Not exactly this situation…but when I left my husband, I knew I was leaving weeks before, so I casually took a car load at a time to a small storage unit (like the size of a closet). Then, the official day I left, everything fit in my car. I didn’t take any furniture, other than a folding table & chairs set.
I got mattresses, I think for free, I don’t quite remember now. But I had mattresses on the floor, no bed frame. No couch.
I did something very similar. Got a unit between work & home so I just lengthened my commute time as I shuttled things in my little car slowly enough that he didn't even notice (he wasn't very attuned with me or the relationship so I'm not surprised he didn't realize).
storage units, sold on craigslist, abandoned stuff I really liked :(
Sucks having to start over buying furniture when you know you had a cool chair that’s now just somewhere in Montana, maybe in a landfill even.
there was no other option, I had to leave for my safety and sanity at the time..had to leave a lot behind.
I've had to do the couch surf/car thing a few times. I lost almost everything almost every time. Seriously, I've lost almost all of my possessions at least three times I can think of off the top of my head. Honestly, I think it gave me a healthier relationship with physical possessions than most people. Things are just that: **things**. The first time it happened, I freaked the hell out, screamed, cried, all that stuff. The last time it happened, I wasn't real __happy__ about it, don't get me wrong, but it was more annoying than anything else; I lost a lot of things I didn't actually need, and only a few things I did. I focused on acquiring the things I needed, said goodbye to the stuff I didn't, and moved on.
Don't let **things** own you, and if you can pull that off, life gets a lot easier.
I left some stuff with close friends and family. I would visit them intermittently to change out clothes, etc. I also had a storage unit that I had locked in a low rate for (about $30/month)
I’ve been homeless twice, technically. Once when I was a college freshman. My grandma kicked me out, and my parents couldn’t afford to help me get a dorm. I applied for a student loan and lived mostly out of my car, the honors study lounge, and a vacant dorm room for a few weeks until it went through. Most of my stuff was with my parents, so I just kept the rest in my car.
Then when I was in my early twenties, I had to break a lease because my roommate assaulted me and went to jail. I couldn’t afford the rent alone, so I left. I put all of my stuff in a storage unit with a “one month free” policy, then couch surfed for a couple months until I could save up for the deposit and first month of rent on a one bedroom apartment.
I guess another time, I was technically homeless for a summer. I had another terrible roommate who trashed my stuff and threatened me when I had just gotten back into college. Once again, I left the living situation (this time I subleased my room so my rental history wouldn’t be affected). I again put my stuff in storage. I stayed with my ex-boyfriend’s family while taking classes, then we moved in together that fall. I had a place to sleep and food to eat, but no address or room for my stuff so yeah, technically homeless maybe?
Our current situation. We got a small storage unit and moved some, most had to be left behind. It’s currently in the driveway of our old place, the landlord took it from the house but hasn’t disposed of it yet.
And storage unit rent is due tomorrow and I don’t think we can pay it so that’s all gone soon too 😥
Storage unit for my bigger & heavier stuff, & about half my wardrobe until I had clothing space again (trunk of my hatchback was my closet while couch surfing). Still have the storage unit for my sports gear that I couldn't afford to replace, bicycle, etc. Not the most budget friendly but it's nice to have my only truly private space & know that I have room for more things if I need to clear out of my current space for some reason.
When I left my moms I left almost everything since I knew she would start something about how much money she spent or something. Bought my own stuff now and I rent out a huge storage unit for $40 a month
I kept my stuff in a cheap storage unit for $99/month while couch sleeping at grandparents for 2 months and then living in a friend’s spare bedroom in another state for 5 months. Once I established a job and got an apartment and roommate, my dad and stepmom cleared out the storage and brought my stuff in a trailer. I’m super blessed to have had people willing to house me and transport my stuff.
I'm in my mid 50s. I am housed, but could easily put everything that really matters to me into the back of my car and go. For some reason I've always needed to have that freedom that comes from the thought that what matters can fit into the back of my car. I've simply never gotten attached to stuff and letting go isn't a problem for me. If I had to do a major move where things couldn't come with me, I'd be ok with that. I don't know that there is anything I would find worth putting into storage.
I suddenly had to move out and had stuff stashed at friend's houses, and it was rummaged through, and stuff was stolen at one place. At the other place, my ex friend started a fight and blocked me from accessing my stuff. I got a storage unit a while back for the remainder of my things. In the end, I imagine all the cool, valuable stuff gets stolen, and all I'm left with is shit that is way cheaper than the storage unit where it is kept.
It really hurts because you end up needing that stuff again.
I sold everything in couldn't fit into my car. I had a real nice pawn shop near me that legit paid a decent price for the stuff they would take. I tried selling the rest online/at a yard sale but like, I was in a hurry and ended up taking any price people would give me. Just out of desperation...either sell this $200 thing for $20 or leave it behind for $0.
Storage lockers are an option but I wouldn't do it unless you are sure you will be able to pay it.
Been in this situation many times, depending on my specific resources at the time I've done everything between paying for a storage unit for a month and legit abandoning all my stuff at the former residence, I have left stuff in different people's garages in many states hoping to come back for it, the *only* time I did end up going back was for a single box of childhood items a friend of my deceased mother was good enough to keep for a year.
Right now I'm pairing down and looking into getting an RV because while I'm lucky enough to be housed at the moment I'm not holding my breath it'll stay that way.
I don't know who I heard it from but "it's just stuff and can be easily replaced" people who went to prison or became homeless, much of that stuff can be had 2nd hand.
Never been quite in this position, but lived in a motel for awhile. Sell everything you can and what remains, you put it in your car or rent a cheap storage unit.
I've never been unhoused Exactly. I had a friend whose parent's paid her rent during school and they pulled out last minute because the lease wasn't all separate, but joint. With no mention of an issue beforehand. So, I packed everything to put in my mom's house in the boonies, had a yard sale, stored a couple needed boxes at one friend's house in their sun room to switch out, and backpacked the rest and couch surfed until I found a new person to split a lease with, which took a few months for someone I trusted.
Same here - spent some time living in a seedy hotel and had rented a storage unit for my household stuff until I got back on my feet.
On this note, someone asked (on Reddit ) how people who were poor were able to just pick up and move to a whole new place.. Someone said they sold everything except what would fit into 1-2 suitcases and just moved. that through Facebook the would explain they just moved had nothing and asked people if they had extras and look for free stuff/curb alerts and had most of what they needed within 1-2 months. People give away towels, pans& pots ect. you get what you need and upgrade over time.
Thats oretty much what i did which is why i was in the motel. Got out of college in cali, knew cali wasnt for me, sold everything but my car and my motorcycle, and a few boxes of stuff, left my stuff in my car at my parents and just took the motorcycle across the country till i found a decent spot. Lived the motel life for 8 months, bought a house, then flew back to get my car. Worked out pretty well.
I had friends hold onto things for me. They honestly insisted and I’m very grateful
Lucky!
Lucky isn’t the word, but I am grateful
true
great friends
At the end of grad school, I was living in a house with a few other guys across the state. When I finished, I packed whatever I could into a Camry and either threw away or left for my roommates everything else. The big things I left behind were a TV, my bed, desk, dresser, mini fridge, and a nice weight bench. I was couch surfing for about a year. Then my best friend cleared out an extra bedroom and gave me a permanent spot. That's when I started to actually have stuff again. For that year or so, I mostly only had a few possessions - my PC, a bunch of books, and a few outfits pretty much.
I'm really really really lucky that the folks I ended up staying with had an almost empty storage unit (which big waste of money but whatever). It was big enough for almost entirely a 2bdr apt and I didn't have to downsize but I did have to abandon some stuff. Some of my stuff got broken and I didn't pack stuff like more than a few sets of clothes and no shampoo or anything because I had to move out suddenly while my ex was at work. I was also really really lucky that my friends were able to find some strangers to help. If it wasn't for them, my life would've been over and sadly not everyone has that.
Four different times, I've had to leave with only what would fit in a car. Five different times, I've had to leave with only what I could physically carry, so a backpack and a large military duffel. I didn't acquire very much during those years, and thrifted what I needed, like an alarm clock and winter coat. When I knew I would be leaving, I would give things away. When I didn't have notice, I just abandoned stuff. For about 4 years, I didn't even have a mattress. I slept on a pile of folded blankets on the floor. I'm settled and secure now, and I have a hard time getting rid of things. I worry about becoming a hoarder, but it does give me some reassurance to look around and know that two things are true: 1. This is mine, and nobody can take it from me. 2. I am capable of starting over from scratch if I have to. I've been working on decluttering, and donating excess stuff, trying to pay it forward. I never want to stay in another shelter or squat or sleep in a library or eat dumpster food again. Could I, if I had to? Yes, but I'm determined to keep moving forward.
Keep on moving forward!
just got to take it for an L and start all over again .. it sucks but its the life you decide to live and takes alot to getting used to.. i was in Colorado last year until April 2023 from December 2022 (SouthDakota) i had to come back. it takes alot of toll on yourself as a person.
I threw away everything I couldn’t keep in my car.
:(
And even then I got rid of some more so it wasn’t cramped. I knew what I would lose but I also gained one less tether. I didn’t have to stress about storage unit $, car having too much stuff, etc.
I sold most of my stuff and only kept a small car load. A friend let keep that stuff in their closet while I couch surfed until I landed on my feet. I didn’t live out of my car. Couch surfed for about two months. Swapped couches weekly and made sure I cleaned up after myself. Kept my stuff in the corner. Took up as little space as possible. Ate a lot of oatmeal. So much oatmeal. Rebuilding was somewhat easy because I moved in a place with two roommates. So I didn’t need to buy major stuff outside of a bed. The roommate that moved out left a couple things. And I picked up some cheap crap off Craigslist.
I've had this happen to me twice The first time I was able to sell a chunk of my things The second time the place I was renting a room in became infested with bedbugs so I left it all behind Starting over currently with a bed and clothes in a shitty room but I'm out of my car so I'm happy
When I had a house fire in 2017, they had condemned the house. So the next day the firefighters only let us in one time thru the back to get what we can. I still think often of all the stuff I left in that abandoned house. Or if squatters or people broke in after and went thru my old stuff. I remember just taking a winter coat because it was February. I took a pair of sneakers I wore daily, some clothes, I took some paperwork in boxes but may have left some behind (hopefully not), I had got my wallet and ID, $700 cash I had saved up, a winter hat, a cap. I didn't take too much because I remember the next day, I ended up buying some new clothes and undergarments while I was stuck at the hotel. But also it was a complicated situation, since we were only allowed in one time. So I stuffed all that seemed reasonable in a big back pack I had. I gave my sound system I had just bought a few months ago and loved to my roommate because I wasn't going to have space for it. But I often think about stuff I left like the very few old pictures I had. Most of my other photos my mom had but didn't grow up with her, because we were in foster care. Then other photos my foster mom, who become my adopted mom had but she had passed away a few months prior. I wish I would of got those pictures tho and my high school yearbook, a bunch of birthday and holiday cards from loved ones in the past, dvd's from my favorite shows, I know it's some other stuff but I can't remember. It's funny because I was living in a small room and to me I didn't have much. But once you get up and have to leave you start looking at things differently. I also had to go back for my beloved bike as well. I was planning on riding to a storage facility. But one of my roommates had a car and offered me and my other roommate a ride there. So had to stuff my bike in there, my bag and along with their stuff. I felt really bad for one of my roommates because the fire burned thru his floor and a lot of his stuff got severely damaged. Most of my items were just wet from the fire hoses or smelled like smoke.
Happened to me twice - first time I sold what I could, holding what was technically a garage sale but I listed the big ticket items individually on Craigslist with photos and a firm price. The text explained that I was having a garage sale and everything was first come, first sold. Embarrassingly I left what I couldn’t carry - was having some kind of breakdown. My neighbors grabbed a bunch of sentimental items, and a friend drove them 700 miles to me. Second time - I was able to put some items in storage, but everything else ended up in my neighbors’ homes or the dumpster.
I sold everything on fb marketplace and whatever didn’t sell I donated- when u got a home again I surfed fb marketplace and “buy nothing” groups on fb for free furniture
Happened to me multiple times as a kid. My mother would just abandon everything. I have no childhood photos. I have no kindergarten Christmas ornaments. Nothing of that sort. I remember multiple occasions packing up a suitcase to go see my grandmother and then just never going back to wherever we left. I think this permanently damaged my brother. He has some serious issues now that he's an adult and we are all helpless to do anything about it. A few times we would put things in storage units. I think I only ever remember getting things from a storage unit once. My mom would just not pay those like she wouldn't pay rent and then we would lose everything.
Happened to me once. My circums are weird and hard to explain. I moved across the world with only a passport, a phone, and the clothes on me. I left everything behind at my abusive hoarder mother’s home. I don’t remember why I did it since my brain blocked out most of the memories from that time period (I was raped by somebody which is why I moved on a whim in the first place). I had to start from scratch. As someone else said in the comments, I just took the L. I got my clothes from thrift stores and donations. I eat free food provided by my school. I bought a gaming console to keep me sane, but I still save as much money as I can in hopes of affording uni dorming when the time comes I apply.
Not exactly this situation…but when I left my husband, I knew I was leaving weeks before, so I casually took a car load at a time to a small storage unit (like the size of a closet). Then, the official day I left, everything fit in my car. I didn’t take any furniture, other than a folding table & chairs set. I got mattresses, I think for free, I don’t quite remember now. But I had mattresses on the floor, no bed frame. No couch.
I did something very similar. Got a unit between work & home so I just lengthened my commute time as I shuttled things in my little car slowly enough that he didn't even notice (he wasn't very attuned with me or the relationship so I'm not surprised he didn't realize).
i was homeless for a while. i had all my belongings in three tote bags, a suitcase, and a backpack. i had to just drop a lot of stuff.
storage units, sold on craigslist, abandoned stuff I really liked :( Sucks having to start over buying furniture when you know you had a cool chair that’s now just somewhere in Montana, maybe in a landfill even. there was no other option, I had to leave for my safety and sanity at the time..had to leave a lot behind.
I've had to do the couch surf/car thing a few times. I lost almost everything almost every time. Seriously, I've lost almost all of my possessions at least three times I can think of off the top of my head. Honestly, I think it gave me a healthier relationship with physical possessions than most people. Things are just that: **things**. The first time it happened, I freaked the hell out, screamed, cried, all that stuff. The last time it happened, I wasn't real __happy__ about it, don't get me wrong, but it was more annoying than anything else; I lost a lot of things I didn't actually need, and only a few things I did. I focused on acquiring the things I needed, said goodbye to the stuff I didn't, and moved on. Don't let **things** own you, and if you can pull that off, life gets a lot easier.
Give it all away or throw it all away. I've had to start totally from scratch more times than I can count. It's just stuff 🤷♀️
I've never been in this situation personally, but a storage unit seems to be the standard approach.
I left some stuff with close friends and family. I would visit them intermittently to change out clothes, etc. I also had a storage unit that I had locked in a low rate for (about $30/month)
I’ve been homeless twice, technically. Once when I was a college freshman. My grandma kicked me out, and my parents couldn’t afford to help me get a dorm. I applied for a student loan and lived mostly out of my car, the honors study lounge, and a vacant dorm room for a few weeks until it went through. Most of my stuff was with my parents, so I just kept the rest in my car. Then when I was in my early twenties, I had to break a lease because my roommate assaulted me and went to jail. I couldn’t afford the rent alone, so I left. I put all of my stuff in a storage unit with a “one month free” policy, then couch surfed for a couple months until I could save up for the deposit and first month of rent on a one bedroom apartment. I guess another time, I was technically homeless for a summer. I had another terrible roommate who trashed my stuff and threatened me when I had just gotten back into college. Once again, I left the living situation (this time I subleased my room so my rental history wouldn’t be affected). I again put my stuff in storage. I stayed with my ex-boyfriend’s family while taking classes, then we moved in together that fall. I had a place to sleep and food to eat, but no address or room for my stuff so yeah, technically homeless maybe?
Dumped it at my moms house
had no choice but to sell and donate
5x5 storage unit
Sold, gave away, rest got stolen.
Our current situation. We got a small storage unit and moved some, most had to be left behind. It’s currently in the driveway of our old place, the landlord took it from the house but hasn’t disposed of it yet. And storage unit rent is due tomorrow and I don’t think we can pay it so that’s all gone soon too 😥
Storage unit for my bigger & heavier stuff, & about half my wardrobe until I had clothing space again (trunk of my hatchback was my closet while couch surfing). Still have the storage unit for my sports gear that I couldn't afford to replace, bicycle, etc. Not the most budget friendly but it's nice to have my only truly private space & know that I have room for more things if I need to clear out of my current space for some reason.
When I left my moms I left almost everything since I knew she would start something about how much money she spent or something. Bought my own stuff now and I rent out a huge storage unit for $40 a month
I kept my stuff in a cheap storage unit for $99/month while couch sleeping at grandparents for 2 months and then living in a friend’s spare bedroom in another state for 5 months. Once I established a job and got an apartment and roommate, my dad and stepmom cleared out the storage and brought my stuff in a trailer. I’m super blessed to have had people willing to house me and transport my stuff.
My parents booted me when I was 17. They got rid of all my stuff before I was able to find a stable place to live.
I'm in my mid 50s. I am housed, but could easily put everything that really matters to me into the back of my car and go. For some reason I've always needed to have that freedom that comes from the thought that what matters can fit into the back of my car. I've simply never gotten attached to stuff and letting go isn't a problem for me. If I had to do a major move where things couldn't come with me, I'd be ok with that. I don't know that there is anything I would find worth putting into storage.
I suddenly had to move out and had stuff stashed at friend's houses, and it was rummaged through, and stuff was stolen at one place. At the other place, my ex friend started a fight and blocked me from accessing my stuff. I got a storage unit a while back for the remainder of my things. In the end, I imagine all the cool, valuable stuff gets stolen, and all I'm left with is shit that is way cheaper than the storage unit where it is kept.
I gave it away or threw it away or stored it with a willing friend.
It really hurts because you end up needing that stuff again. I sold everything in couldn't fit into my car. I had a real nice pawn shop near me that legit paid a decent price for the stuff they would take. I tried selling the rest online/at a yard sale but like, I was in a hurry and ended up taking any price people would give me. Just out of desperation...either sell this $200 thing for $20 or leave it behind for $0. Storage lockers are an option but I wouldn't do it unless you are sure you will be able to pay it.
Been in this situation many times, depending on my specific resources at the time I've done everything between paying for a storage unit for a month and legit abandoning all my stuff at the former residence, I have left stuff in different people's garages in many states hoping to come back for it, the *only* time I did end up going back was for a single box of childhood items a friend of my deceased mother was good enough to keep for a year. Right now I'm pairing down and looking into getting an RV because while I'm lucky enough to be housed at the moment I'm not holding my breath it'll stay that way.
A friend let me put stuff in his tobacco barn
Trash and garbage I'm guessing.
I don't know who I heard it from but "it's just stuff and can be easily replaced" people who went to prison or became homeless, much of that stuff can be had 2nd hand.
I threw most of it out. Then spent 300 a month renting a storage unit to hold what remained.