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That was a huge mistake. He must be hoarder because 3 of us helped him moved a crazy amount of stuffs into a storage from his dorm room, and he still have more stuffs to bring into my room
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This reminded me of a story that is a little bit off-topic, but related to this. An old family friend from the neighborhood growing up (friend of oldest brother and he befriended all 5 kids in our family), contacted me 5 or 10 years after our last conversation. Asked if he could store some things at my place for a month or two while between teaching assignments (he was a physicist). This guy was weird. Always. But he always gave great stories for our family (as in "has anyone seen Smith lately?") Of course I said he could store his stuff in the garage!
So he gets there, I leave a key for him, he unpacks, then heads out to his next destination. I never see him, but when I get home from work that night, I see everything worked out as planned, as the garage is full. No problem, except after the first month, I get curious. I mean, why aren't there any boxes? Why are all of his belongings just in neat little piles, arranged in a very neat grid in the garage? And what kind of belongings did he bring that he didn't need for a few months? So I tiptoe through the piles and start looking, but I don't touch anything (because I know him well enough to know...that's not a good idea). So the first pile I notice is his giant piles (2 piles, both up to my hip) of old telephone books. White pages from New York. Same area, just different years. In the next grid, is a Hefty bag, but it's not tied shut so I can look in without really touching too much. Maple leaves. mmm-hmmmm. Another square was a few piles of newspaper articles that had been ripped out of the paper. Jagged edges, etc. 3 piles about 1.5 to 2 feet high of single-sheets of newsprint. I'm pretty sure I knew what those were, because he used to love news headlines that were unintentionally funny. (things like "Army tank goes missing after being painted camouflage" or "Midget sues store over belittling remarks".
In the next square are a bunch of very neatly folded empty boxes of cereal, crackers, and other random things. This one didn't actually surprise me because I know that's his thing.
Anyway, his stuff stayed about 1 month longer than we initially agreed, but he eventually came and moved it all out again. In under 8 hours. While I was at work. With no boxes. It's just weird.
That was about 25 years ago now and I haven't heard from him since then, and neither has anyone in my family. We have no idea where he is now.