CubeSmart Self Storage

Oh my! It's not just a storage place, it's a doorway to whole new fantasy world!

The smell of fresh paint and sawdust still hung in the air of Unit 3039. I’d just signed the lease that morning, needing some extra space to stash my burgeoning collection of vintage typewriters. The storage facility was brand new, a gleaming metal rectangle in the middle of nowhere. I was eager to get organized, to finally have a dedicated space for my passion.
Armed with a roll of bubble wrap and a label maker, I pushed open the heavy door. The unit was a blank canvas, clean and empty. I started unloading my car, carefully carrying in each typewriter, admiring their gleaming keys and intricate mechanisms. As I moved towards the back of the unit, I noticed something odd. Tucked behind a stray piece of drywall, leaning against the back wall, was a small, ornate door.
It was made of dark, polished wood, intricately carved with swirling patterns that seemed to shift and change as I looked at them. It was far too small to be a regular door, barely bigger than a dollhouse entrance. And it certainly didn't belong in a brand-new storage unit. This place was still under construction!
Intrigued, I knelt down and examined it closer. There was no handle, no hinges, just the smooth, cool surface of the wood. As I ran my fingers over the carvings, a faint humming sound resonated from within the door. The air around it shimmered, and the sterile, new-building smell of the storage unit was replaced by something else, something…wild. It smelled of pine needles, damp earth, and something indefinable, something magical. It was a stark contrast to the concrete and metal surrounding me.
Hesitantly, I pushed against the door. To my surprise, it swung inward, revealing not the back of the storage unit, but a swirling vortex of sapphire blue light. My heart hammered against my ribs. This was impossible. Yet, the air spilling out from the doorway was real, tangible. It brushed against my face, carrying with it the sounds of rushing water and birdsong. It smelled of ozone and something sweet, like blooming jasmine.
Driven by a curiosity I couldn't suppress, I crawled through the tiny doorway. The swirling blue light enveloped me, and for a moment, I felt a dizzying sense of disorientation. Then, just as suddenly, it stopped.
I found myself standing on the edge of a vast, shimmering lake. Crystalline water lapped against a white sand beach. Towering, bioluminescent trees lined the shore, their leaves glowing with an ethereal light. The air was alive with the chirping of unseen insects and the melodic calls of exotic birds. Gone was the sterile, concrete world of the storage unit. I was somewhere else, somewhere…magical.
Before I could fully process the reality of where I was, a sleek, silver fish with iridescent scales leaped from the lake, landing on the sand near my feet. It spoke, its voice a melodic hum.
'Greetings, traveler,' it said. 'You have stumbled upon Lumina.'
Lumina. The name shimmered like the light on the water, a whisper of magic in the air. I knew, with a certainty that settled deep in my bones, that my life had just taken a sharp, unexpected turn. This wasn't just a storage unit; it was a portal. And I, ordinary me, looking for a place to keep my typewriters, had just stumbled through it. My adventure had begun.

Oh my! It's not just a storage place, it's a doorway to whole new fantasy world!

The smell of fresh paint and sawdust still hung in the air of Unit 3039. I’d just signed the lease that morning, needing some extra space to stash my burgeoning collection of vintage typewriters. The storage facility was brand new, a gleaming metal rectangle in the middle of nowhere. I was eager to get organized, to finally have a dedicated space for my passion.
Armed with a roll of bubble wrap and a label maker, I pushed open the heavy door. The unit was a blank canvas, clean and empty. I started unloading my car, carefully carrying in each typewriter, admiring their gleaming keys and intricate mechanisms. As I moved towards the back of the unit, I noticed something odd. Tucked behind a stray piece of drywall, leaning against the back wall, was a small, ornate door.
It was made of dark, polished wood, intricately carved with swirling patterns that seemed to shift and change as I looked at them. It was far too small to be a regular door, barely bigger than a dollhouse entrance. And it certainly didn't belong in a brand-new storage unit. This place was still under construction!
Intrigued, I knelt down and examined it closer. There was no handle, no hinges, just the smooth, cool surface of the wood. As I ran my fingers over the carvings, a faint humming sound resonated from within the door. The air around it shimmered, and the sterile, new-building smell of the storage unit was replaced by something else, something…wild. It smelled of pine needles, damp earth, and something indefinable, something magical. It was a stark contrast to the concrete and metal surrounding me.
Hesitantly, I pushed against the door. To my surprise, it swung inward, revealing not the back of the storage unit, but a swirling vortex of sapphire blue light. My heart hammered against my ribs. This was impossible. Yet, the air spilling out from the doorway was real, tangible. It brushed against my face, carrying with it the sounds of rushing water and birdsong. It smelled of ozone and something sweet, like blooming jasmine.
Driven by a curiosity I couldn't suppress, I crawled through the tiny doorway. The swirling blue light enveloped me, and for a moment, I felt a dizzying sense of disorientation. Then, just as suddenly, it stopped.
I found myself standing on the edge of a vast, shimmering lake. Crystalline water lapped against a white sand beach. Towering, bioluminescent trees lined the shore, their leaves glowing with an ethereal light. The air was alive with the chirping of unseen insects and the melodic calls of exotic birds. Gone was the sterile, concrete world of the storage unit. I was somewhere else, somewhere…magical.
Before I could fully process the reality of where I was, a sleek, silver fish with iridescent scales leaped from the lake, landing on the sand near my feet. It spoke, its voice a melodic hum.
'Greetings, traveler,' it said. 'You have stumbled upon Lumina.'
Lumina. The name shimmered like the light on the water, a whisper of magic in the air. I knew, with a certainty that settled deep in my bones, that my life had just taken a sharp, unexpected turn. This wasn't just a storage unit; it was a portal. And I, ordinary me, looking for a place to keep my typewriters, had just stumbled through it. My adventure had begun.

Great facility and great service.