Its not the packing or unpacking, the loading, or even the unloading; its the next day when your sore as fuck and you have to go through boxes to find anything. The rearranging is kinda fun too. We drove three hours, mostly in the rain to get there. It had cleared up by time we arrived, but we had much more packing to do than we thought. It took a long fucking time, hours really. We were almost done, just a few more things left and then came the rain. I mean a damn down pour to the point that after we got everything strapped down, we had to wring our shirts out and put them in the dryer just so we could leave. The ride home wasnt so bad but the trailer swaying all over the place was unnerving to both of us.

Im too tired to finish, Ill do it in the morning.