This weekend I had to get my stuff out of storage in Columbus and put it in storage in Richmond*. Loading it into the rental truck wasn't that bad because a) all of my junk was centrally located and b) there were three people helping me. The whole affair was done in less than an hour.
For some reason, I figured that I could do the same work by myself almost as quickly when I reached my ultimate destination. Having driven 8.75 hours and eaten only beef jerky during my trip, the two hours I spent unloading were trying. And then a severe thunderstorm interupted my work. Six hours later - around midnight - I resumed my unloading. By then it was after midnight and both sets of clothes that I wore were soaked (the first from sweat, the second from sweat and precipitation).
One reason I went it alone was that I didn't want to inconvenience anyone. Screw 'dat. Next time I'm going to pull a Keith Hernandez and bug all of y'all to help me move, no matter how well I know you.
*Specifically, Petersburg. Even more specifically, my Dad's car hole.