This being an off year for me (as in NO move) I can ramble on about moving with no thought as to having to actually do anything. I can speak with some authority on the subject, having made no less than 14 moves in the last 25 years, and that's just military moves, it's not counting all of the early marriage, college dorm moves!
There are definite stages to moving. The initial euphoria (or not) of finding out you have to move, the excitement of learning where you're going (or again, not, as in Korea) and then the reality sets in. Having to organize yourself for the move, the sorting, the unloading of stuff you don't need and oh, by the way, what possessed you to own in the first place!
Then there is the cleaning, painting, repairing of your quarters (military for house) to get ready for the final inspection. Between this, the moving company, packers, children, animals and your spouse the tension and drama builds until you reach the culmination, and snap. Then, there it is, the big blow-out. There's got to be some shouting and anger management. I find it best to get this over and done with before you hit the road or you may find yourself choking your partner at some national park, say, Mount Rushmore, and incriminating photos might be taken. I'm just sayin!
After that, the denouement naturally follows and you are happily on your way to your new location. Unpacking? That's another story!
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I can totally relate, June. We just bought our first house, but we've moved 9 times in 11 years. And you are dead on about the blow-outs! Another thing I've learned...the older the kids, the more repairing that has to be done for the final inspection. And that's a pain!
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