I can recall my second time moving. We were moving from our old house into my aunts house with her two daughters. My aunt also had a friend living with her during chemotherapy for breast cancer. During her last days we decided to move into her home to take care of business and to watch over her two daughters. It took days to pack everything. Some things we trashed like my moms collection of vinyls. We cleaned and swept and had to figure out how to being all our stuff to my aunts house. So we asked a cousin and we made three trips using a small pickup truck. The ride was terrible and the weather was terrible. When we finally made it to my aunts house we had to rearrange the bedrooms. Unfortunately with my aunts friend still staying with us for a short time, it was getting cramped. After my aunts friend moved into a house (she was staying there because her home burned down) we reorganized the entire house, even painting the rooms the colors my aunt always wanted. We actually had to repaint them because my color-blind cousin got the colors wrong when he was paid by my aunt to paint them when she was still living. Moving was exhausting and having my aunt pass away was stressful, especially living in her bedroom. But things like these bring family together. :)
I moved from Pennsylvania to California in a truck and fifth-wheel trailer. I planned for couple years in advance to have all my debts paid off so that while I was looking for work out west I wasn't still paying bills from back east. I went through AAA and had my route drawn out so that I wouldn't be taking any back roads and so that I could stop early in the evening when campgrounds weren't full and before I got tired. I didn't force myself out of bed early in the morning either, to avoid fatigue while driving. I made it a nice leisurely trip as I knew I probably wouldn't be taking any vacations for a while. The outcome is that I still live in California, in my old fifth wheel, retired, with enough (JUST enough) to live and put back a small savings for emergencies. As my grandma used to say, "gods willing and the creek don't rise" I'll be fine for the rest of my days.
The writing of my book took me longer that planned. I remember all the late nights that my publisher kept me awake so as to be able to finish the book. I decided then, that it would be a good idea to stop procrastination and aim towards the completion of the book. Finally, I managed to finish writing it and now it is with the critics before publication. Ain't I glad!