Hi, remember me? I’m your garage. You know, the giant partial building attached to your home that has boxes piling up where you used to park your car. I’m the place that gets thrown any extra clutter, or trash for that matter, when your friends or family are visiting. Sound familiar?
I remember the first time you opened me up; you were so excited to see enough space for two parked cars. I had the floors looking especially shiny for you that day!
I hadn’t been that clean and empty in over 20 years. And then the moving truck arrived.