I moved last weekend, and it was fun! I took the train down from Chicago and picked up a rented Budget truck on Saturday morning. (Funny aside: Cost of a train ticket to go 130 miles: $12. Cost of a taxi across town to go 4 miles: $7.) Brad came by and helped me load up the furniture. But all of the other boxes (and trash bags after I ran out of boxes), I packed myself. I must have made 70 trips up and down that flight of stairs.
At the end of the day on Saturday, it came time for me to sleep. I had packed the mattress, linens and clothes. So I laid down on the carpeted floor in just boxers and a t-shirt. No pillow, no blankets, nothing. Just me on the carpet. Sometime in the middle of the night I woke feeling very cold. My legs were freezing. So I stumbled around in the dark trying to figure out some way to cover up my legs. The only solution: I put my feet through arm holes on another t-shirt and pulled it up like a skirt. It did the job.
Sunday morning I was back at it by 6:30am. I was fully loaded and had the apartment sparkling clean by 11:00. I had family meeting me on the Chicago end, so unloading went very quickly. By the time I went to bed Sunday night, I was exhausted. Walking up the stairs to the bedroom was painful and slow. But it's done. I'm officially moved out of Champaign. Next step: get officially moved into Chicago.