The HUGE downfall is that I have to pack. When we moved here, the hubs company moved us, and I didn't even pack my undies. 3 guys whipped through our house and everything was in the truck within 4 hours. Now that we are moving 2 miles away, the packing is up to moi. It wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't a pack rat. If I couldn't admit it, it would be all sorts of wrong. But I can, and I'm totally fine with it. I like my stuff. My rock collection from when I was 12. The clothes I am saving for my daughter, because everything comes back in style. The box of stuffed animals in the garage. I have no intention of getting rid of it, so pack it up and keep hauling it from house to house!
I am suddenly regretting HAVING to have a red wall in my bedroom. Do I really have to paint over that? Bleh.