So they say moving is supposed to be the 2nd or 3rd most stressful life event?

I believe it.

Problem is, we're moving for us and our brother (The Wife's brother). Which means that I'm nursing my coffee like its some kind of stress elixir. And browsing the internet way too much - its like my security blanket. Oh man, I just read what I wrote - what kind of a sad headcase am I?

I like moving - its exciting to see and be in a new place and to get to know the neighborhood. But the process is so painful that it just makes it so excruciating to do it. The stress lies in the details - getting the boxes, getting the moving company figured out, making sure the place is clean and in order. Nothing major, just little things that gnaw away at your conscience like maggots.

I think the biggest pain is telling everybody your address has changed. The phone company, the utilities, cable, etc. So many people to call and repeat the same thing over and over again. But we don't get to use automated voice programs like they do. Add to that the magazine subscription changes, and I'm at Starbucks again on Wi-Fi trying to get away.

Oh well, at least now I get a garage for both cars. Oh yeah, and I can stop naming spiders as I did in our current place - its never good when you know the 8 legged freaks on a first name basis.

*Thinking Positive While Sipping My Mocha*