Moving is such an awful experience. I packed up about fifty boxes full of stuff, mostly books. I got a bad cold from all the dust I inhaled while doing so, too. Then I had to carry everything, little by little, to my new appartment. I have decided not to unpack, since I'm only going to end up moving again eventually, maybe soon, and I don't want to go through that again. Especially my Cammy collection. I am not taking them out of their boxes until it's permanent.
My cat is not taking the move well at all. In fact, she's terrified of being in an new and unknown place, and has barely eaten in the two days I've been there. She mostly spends her time hiding.
Oh, and I still have to pick up the last of my stuff from my old appartment today, before I turn in my keys. Joy of joys. That, and I have no internet (I'm at the office right now). I don't even have a phone line.