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But, as in any good romantic comedy, a villain was lurking. In my case, it wasn’t a jealous ex-boyfriend; it was my own clutter.

We started kissing right at the entrance, but the mood began to cool as we started tripping over my life “on display.” First, it was my 2022 Carnival costume (yes, I went as a pirate); then, the snowboard that insists on living in the hallway, and a collection of travel souvenirs that seemed to have taken on a life of their own on the shelves. I saw her frown between kisses, but being a saint, she kept going.

The real “climax” (of the disaster, that is) happened in the bedroom. In the heat of the moment, she faced a giant birdcage — empty, I should clarify — and a life-sized human statue I bought at a flea market and never knew where to put. Still, she tried to ignore it. But when she finally sat on the bed and the silence was broken by a shrill “GAAAAAAU!” from a rubber chicken toy lost under the sheets… that was it. She stood up, looked at the chaos, and said the words no man wants to hear: “You need to tidy up your life.” And she left.

I sat there, alone with my rubber chicken, realizing that my home wasn’t a love nest; it was a warehouse for clutter. It was my moment of clarity. The next morning, I didn’t waste any time: I loaded the car with boxes and made a beeline for KUBOO. I realized that having a space for my memories and hobbies is essential, but that space doesn’t have to be on top of my bed.

Thanks to the team at KUBOO Self-Storage, I found a clean storage space where my pirate costume and my human statue can live happily and safely. Now, my home breathes. There’s floor to walk on, clean surfaces, and most importantly, no noisy toys interrupting romantic moments.

There I was, in the middle of the street, watching my life being literally “evicted” through the window.

My (now) ex-girlfriend didn’t stop at the object-throwing. She leaned out the window and, for anyone who cared to listen, shouted the phrase she thought would break me: “Go back to your parents’ tiny bedroom! I want to see where you’re going to fit all this clutter! I doubt you’ll ever find a place to store all this stuff!” In the middle of open suitcases and socks scattered across the pavement, the neighbors looked at me with pity. But me? I was strangely relaxed.

As I picked up my favorite jacket, I could only think of one word: KUBOO. She thought she was condemning me to live among mountains of clutter in my old teenage bedroom, but I already had a plan. Having a space problem at home is one thing; not having a simple and modern self-storage solution—now that would be the real drama.

In less than an hour, my collections and clothes were neatly folded in sturdy boxes and checking into a clean, brightly lit storage unit. While she thought I’d be sleeping on top of suitcases and crates, I was already wondering which lollipop flavor I’d pick at the front desk. At KUBOO, my stuff isn’t “trash” or “clutter”; it’s my belongings, kept in a dignified space with access whenever I want.

The truth is that relationships can be complicated and apartments can be small, but storing what’s ours doesn’t have to be a headache. Today, my room at my parents’ house is still small, yes, but it’s spotless. All my “clutter” (as she called it) is staying in a five-star hotel for objects.

So, if you ever see your life flying out the window—or if you just feel like your current space is suffocating you—don’t panic. Do what I did: smile, take a deep breath, and take it all to KUBOO Self-Storage. After all, some breakups only happen to give us more space to breathe (and to have a storage unit with way more style than our old living room!).

When Storing Becomes a Problem

There comes a point in every freelancer’s life when the word store stops being a solution and becomes an obstacle. I stored everything: equipment that “might still come in handy,” samples from that 2020 client, boxes “to recycle someday.” But the more I stored, the less space I had — and the less focus too.

Working surrounded by my own gear became impossible. My home had turned into a warehouse with a sofa.

Discovering the Power of Self Storage

That’s when I literally stumbled upon the solution: KUBOO Self-Storage. A safe, modern, and accessible storage space where I could keep everything I didn’t need at home — without losing access whenever I needed it. For the first time, I realised storage wasn’t a luxury. It was a necessity.

KUBOO gave me something no freelancer can buy: peace of mind.

Gaining Space is Gaining Peace

Today, when I walk into my home, I no longer have to dodge tripods.
My workspace feels light, clean, and inspiring — and so does my mind.

At KUBOO, what I store isn’t just boxes and furniture: I store calm, organisation, and even time.
Having a dedicated storage unit helped me rediscover the joy of working from home — without living in the middle of chaos.

Storing is Growing

I’ve learned that storing isn’t about accumulating — it’s about freeing.
Freeing physical, mental, and creative space.
With KUBOO, what used to be confusion has turned into clarity.

Now, when I want to create, the space is there. When I need my gear, it’s there too. And through it all, I realised something simple: sometimes the secret isn’t having more things — it’s knowing where to store them.

I watched in slow motion as he stopped mid-sip of his coffee, his eyes widening with that “wait, is she breaking up with me?” panic that usually precedes a dramatic movie scene.

Before he could start listing all the times he actually did do the dishes, I gestured wildly at the hallway. “Physical space, Pipo! I want to walk from the bedroom to the kitchen without performing an Olympic-level hurdle over your wetsuits.” The relief that washed over him was so intense he almost fell off his chair. He laughed so hard he choked on his espresso, realizing that our relationship was fine—it was just our floor plan that was failing. We weren’t out of love; we were just out of square meters.

That afternoon, we turned our “breakup talk” into a date. We drove down to KUBOO, which, let’s be honest, is way more stylish than our actual living room. We were greeted by a team that clearly sees this “space-induced relationship stress” every day. They didn’t just give us a key; they gave us a fresh start. Walking through the bright, clean corridors, Filipe looked at me and said, “I think our surfboards are going to have a better social life here than we do.” We grabbed a stack of their signature kuboo boxes and started plotting our home decluttering.

The actual move felt less like a chore and more like an exorcism of clutter. We decided that the camping gear we use once a year and the treadmill currently serving as a very expensive coat rack didn’t belong in our daily lives. As we loaded our secure self-storage unit, we could practically hear our apartment sighing in relief back home. We weren’t just putting things in storage; we were curating our life so that the things we actually love had room to shine.

That night, for the first time in months, we actually sat at our dining table. No boxes on the chairs, no rogue sneakers underneath. We toasted to our “separation”—the one where we separated our daily living from the mountain of stuff that was drowning us. It turns out that a little bit of KUBOO magic was all we needed to remember why we moved in together in the first place. We didn’t need to live apart; we just needed our hobby equipment to have its own “apartment.”

If you’re feeling like your walls are closing in on your relationship, don’t panic. You might not need a therapist; you might just need a storage unit. Whether it’s a shared hobby that’s grown too big or just the creeping tide of clutter, KUBOO is here to help you breathe. Visit their self-storage warehouses in Carnaxide, Abóboda or Seixal and find out how much better life feels when you finally have the space to just be.

As the clock ticked toward midnight, I realized my resolution to become a minimalist was being buried under three dozen “essential” holiday boxes and a collection of vintage floor lamps I haven’t turned on since 2019. I wanted to host a legendary party, but the only thing “legendary” was the amount of clutter suffocating my living room. I didn’t need a miracle; I just needed to find a place to store my past so I could enjoy my present.

I’d driven past KUBOO near Carcavelos a hundred times, but I always told myself I wasn’t “the storage type.” I had this image of dusty, dark warehouses in my head — unlike I found KUBOO to be. But after one look at their website kuboo.pt and a quick visit, I realized I was wrong. It wasn’t about hiding things away; it was about reclaiming my quality of life. The team was so friendly, and the space was so vibrant and clean that I realized self-storage wasn’t a confession of having too much stuff—it was a strategy for having more room to breathe.

The transformation felt like a weight lifting off my chest. As I packed my camping gear, snow clothes, and “someday” craft projects into sturdy KUBOO boxes, my apartment started to grow. By the time I moved everything into my secure storage unit, I felt like I’d upgraded to a penthouse. I started telling my friends I didn’t just rent a unit; I “outsourced my chaos.” I gave my belongings a five-star hotel vacation so I could actually see my floor again.

When the clock finally struck midnight on December 31st, I wasn’t navigating a labyrinth of clutter. Instead, I was dancing in a wide-open room with my best friends and a very happy cat. Choosing KUBOO solved the puzzle of my tiny apartment and allowed me to start the year with a clear mind. It turns out that a little extra space is the best New Year’s gift I’ve ever given myself.

Now, I look at my home and see possibilities instead of piles. Whether you’re looking to store your decorations or you’ve decided this is the year you finally tackle the spare room, don’t wait. At KUBOO, they understand that every box has a story, and they make the whole process feel soft and human. If your resolutions are feeling a little cramped, go say hi to the team. They’ve got a storage unit with your name on it, and trust me—your living room floor misses you!

But I also never thought I’d get divorced, move into a smaller home and inherit half of my family’s stuff all in the same year. The result? Boxes everywhere, furniture with no clear destination, and the constant feeling of living inside a warehouse… just without any organisation.

It was during a slightly desperate search for self storage near home here in Carnaxide that I found KUBOO. I walked in just to “check out the spaces” and walked out as a customer. I rented a self-storage unit that was the good size for my moving boxes, books, memories and that piece of furniture that “doesn’t fit right now, but definitely can’t be thrown away.” Everything was simple, fast and bureaucracy-free.

Soon, visiting my kuboo felt almost like visiting a friend. I’d put one thing away, take another out, and rethink life in between neatly labelled boxes. The space was secure, clean, easy to access and, above all, it gave me something rare: mental space. After all, when your home can breathe, so can your mind.

Today, I still use KUBOO self-storage as an extension of my home — for moves, transitional phases or simply to avoid living surrounded by chaos. It doesn’t fix everything in life… but it fixes the space issue. And sometimes, that’s exactly what we need to start again.

I urgently needed space. And not the kind with aliens and comets — I needed proper self storage.

That’s when I found KUBOO Self-Storage in Seixal. Honestly, this warehouse felt more like a five-star hotel for clutter. Everything was spotless, well-lit, and super secure. The team at the reception? The kind of people you could chat with for hours — friendly, helpful, and always ready with a tip or two. And for someone like me, who can get lost using GPS in their own neighborhood, the location made things so much easier — easy access, zero stress. It’s the kind of storage space you actually enjoy using.

When moving day came, I called the movers, packed my life into boxes, and off I went with my home on my back. I told them to stack everything carefully — like Tetris on expert mode. It ended up more like “Jenga with trust issues,” but oh well. I nearly got crushed by a tower of boxes full of “stuff I might use someday”… or not.

Now I visit the storage unit regularly. Sometimes to find something, other times just for a little zen moment among my things. I’ve already rediscovered a jacket buried deep in my wardrobe that I thought was gone forever, and even reunited with a toaster I’d lost touch with. A real homecoming for lost appliances.

Truth is, with KUBOO, I gained more than just space — I gained peace of mind and a place to store everything that doesn’t quite fit into life, but I’m not ready to let go of yet. And if anyone asks, I’m not a hoarder… I’m just in a serious relationship with my boxes — and all the emotional baggage that comes with them.

The current political polarization in the United States and the rising cost of living have made me consider other countries.

Honestly, moving to Portugal had been on my mind for quite some time. Such an amazing country with sunny weather, stunning beaches and a relaxed, laid-back vibe… just like home! Portugal is a safe and secure country and is one of the most proficient non-native English-speaking nations in the world. Plus, I love surfing and I can’t find anywhere better than Portugal right now. Some friends living in Cascais used to tell me how much they love living there. Well, after some consideration, I can now say I’m an expat living in Carcavelos. Me and my family, of course!

Moving a lifetime of memories, clothes, toys, some furniture, our belongings… We had to ship everything in a container! And where to store it? Well, let’s just say my 5 years of experience in self-storage helped choose the best option near Carcavelos. First I asked for quotes and after visiting the facilities, I couldn’t take our belongings anywhere else but to KUBOO. A visual play on the Portuguese word “CUBO” that means CUBE. With its vibrant and energetic yellow color, it reminds me of the sun on the West Coast.

We initially booked a 10sqm Kuboo (as they call their units) while we did some renovations on an apartment we bought in São Domingos de Rana. When the work was finished, we took most of our things home and moved into a 4sqm Kuboo. Anabela took care of our process and made our move as simple and streamlined as possible. And I was surprised to find out that everyone at KUBOO, really every single person, speaks pretty good English. I’m learning Portuguese, but this makes it much easier to communicate with KUBOO’s staff. Their signage, contracts, emails, social media… It’s all in English and Portuguese.

I worked in the self-storage industry for quite some time, but I’ve never seen a company that cares as much about the small details as KUBOO, that does what it takes to make their customers so happy, that makes it seem so easy the effort of moving to a new country without speaking the language. Thank you KUBOO.

She: Mine was kuboo 2321, a mini-storage with 2sqm on the second floor. His unit was the one in front of mine. Inside, it looked like a studio but it was as messy as you’d expect a man to be. There were boxes, blankets and canvases everywhere, cans of paint, bags, endless junk in need to be decluttered.

He: At least once or twice a week, we’d cross paths in the KUBOO corridor, always in the late afternoon. A shy smile was all I’d gotten from her so far. Not that I’d tried very hard or anything, but she aroused a different kind of curiosity.

She: He usually carried boxes and cases in and out of his kuboo, always apologizing for the inconvenience and the noise… I didn’t mind, in a way it was a companion, it reminded me that my kuboo neighbor was there.

He: One day I saw her struggling to put together one of those shelves they sell here at KUBOO and I decided to offer her a hand. We started chatting and I helped her with more than just the shelf… and I realized that she had also helped me, without even knowing it.

We ended up unintentionally storing each other’s baggage.

One thing led to another and we were still talking when Bela from reception came to do her round before closing the store. We had no idea the time had passed.

She: Fortunately, KUBOO has 24-hour access, so we were able to spend some more time talking together.

When my stomach started to growl, I invited him to dinner. I still had a lot of packing to do, but I think we both eventually made space for a new beginning.

We were Kuboo neighbors…and we still are, friends friends, kuboos aside.