As soon as it’s over you forget the pain.
1. Approaching moving day, there is dread but you try to rationalize it. You know it will be bad. It will be painful, you know this, but you think, Look at all the people who’ve survived moving so far. They moved and they’re still in one piece, walking around as if nothing happened. It will be fine.
2. In the middle of it, you realize that this really is the most utterly difficult thing you’ve ever done. How did you ever think this “Wouldn’t be so bad?” And you can’t remember ever feeling so completely exhausted.
3. Three days later, you’re still a little sore. There are a few boxes to unpack, but isn’t the house just soooo cute? Moving wasn’t that bad. Was it?