As soon as you walk into 茘枝角迷你倉, you feel it. It is not a dead soulless row of lockers. It is something hotter. Less transactional. Its locals call it the backroom away home. You do not hear that of a storage unit now, do you? Go here!
Well, storage is not a glamorous thing. But here? It is not like a chore of some sort. Maybe it is one of the memories of employees who are aware of your name. Or that peculiar happy sound of automated doors, which never fail. A person would imagine that to be normal but it is not.
Cleanliness? Spotless. Even in those corners, most of the population do not even bother to investigate it even the majority. One of them told her: It smells good compared to my apartment. That is not a very nice thing to say about your house, yet you know what I imply.
Security is good. In this case we refer to 24/7 surveillance wherein there are actual human eyes on screens- not sympathetic red lights. There is smooth card access and every unit has personal alarms. It does not shout, citadel, but it kind of goes, ok, your stuff is safe here.
This is one more minor victory: climate control. Even not only the connoisseurs of wine and comic book packrats. Even the photo albums which grandma has loved are VIPs, no dusty, no unexpected dampness.
And size? You are not forced into a hole, which is too small or too big to laugh at. Their mid-grounding they are masters at. Want a closet? Got it. Remodelling your living room until you save it? No problem.
Prices? Fair. Cheap as hell, yet not eye-jerking. Peace of mind is akin to buying peace of mind. And, it is weirdly encouraging that they do not make sales soar high. No $8 more a month baloney.
