Look, I get it. You’re probably ready to throw your laptop across the room. Every “human-written” piece sounds like a robot trying to sell you something. I’m not a writer. I’m a guy who owns a storage facility. My name’s Dan. Let’s just talk.

You’re going on a trip. You’re excited. But then you look around your apartment. Your TV. Your laptop. That necklace your mom gave you. That feeling in your gut? That’s the worry setting in. It sucks.

I’ve been there. Before I started this business, my wife and I went to Italy for two weeks. I spent the first three days of the vacation stressed out, convinced I’d left the back door unlocked. I called my neighbor to have him check. Twice. I barely enjoyed the Colosseum because I was picturing my house being empty. It ruined the first part of our trip.

What can you actually do?

First, do the simple stuff. It’s common sense, but people forget.

• Tell a neighbor you’re leaving. Buy them a six-pack as a thank you. Ask them to just keep an eye out.
• Put a lamp in your living room on a timer. The $10 kind from the hardware store. Make it go on at night.
• For God’s sake, don’t post your vacation photos on Instagram until you’re home. You’re just advertising your empty house.

But here’s the real talk. That only does so much. Your stuff is still in there. If a pipe bursts, your hiding spot under the bed won’t save your photo albums. If we get a heatwave, your guitar in the closet is going to suffer.

This is the part where I tell you about my business. But I’m not going to give you a sales pitch. I’m going to tell you what I actually do when I travel now.

Two days before I leave, I stop trying to hide things in my house. It’s a losing game. Instead, I get a couple of those big plastic totes. I put my “worry items” in them. My important files. My wife’s jewelry. The small, expensive stuff that would ruin my trip if something happened to it.

Then, I drive over to my own facility, 3D Self Storage. I use my code, walk to my unit, and I put those totes on a shelf. I close the door. I lock it.

And I breathe.

The relief is instant. It’s not in my house anymore. It’s in a building with cameras everywhere, a big fence, and a locked door that only I have the key to. The worry is gone. Just like that.

Why does this work so well?

• My building is a fortress. It’s my job to make it secure. Your house’s job is to be a home.
• My climate-controlled units don’t get hot or damp. They stay at a perfect, steady temperature. Your empty house in July turns into an oven.
• You’re in control. It’s your lock. Your stuff. You can get to it if you need to.

My advice? Don’t think of it as storage. Think of it as a safety deposit box for the things you care about. You’re not storing your couch; you’re securing your peace of mind.

So, go on your trip. Drink the local beer. See the sights. Get sunburned. Have a blast.

And stop worrying about your stuff. Let me worry about it for you. That’s literally my job.

Safe travels