How is this even possible?

Life is running away with me.

Spent the day helping Rosina and Mat put a load of their belongings into storage yesterday, what a weird development these places are. Three floors of long corridors each with a succession of padlocked doors behind which it's stored a piece of someone's life. Clearly there is a demand but I'm struck by how this differentiates current times to maybe 30 years ago when I was there age, I just wouldn't have owned enough to ever need to pay for storage.