It's not the practicalities that bother me so much. The packing boxes and having the most epic spring clean imaginable with your valueable posessions, I quite enjoy. It's simply the emotional stress I can't take. Wow. Whoever said that moving house is one of the most stressful things you ever do, they weren't kidding.
I have moved before, pack stuff in, move, pack stuff out. Should be so easy. But this time we're moving to a completely different part of the country. That means looking up schools, making sure we live near a good one, getting to know the area, travelling up there to look at houses, finding a house, and then getting it. Waiting on tenterhooks to see if this time it really does all go through, (we've already attempted this move about 3 times with no luck) and the stress is sending me a little potty.
My living room is absolutely filled with half packed boxes, I can not find ANYTHING. The simplest of tasks becomes nightmarish and long winded, and I may just about drive myself into a meltdown before this is all over, either that or climb into a box and pack myself. Fingers crossed that it all ends soon. That's my little rant over. Apologies.