I have been moving at least every six months for the past two and a half years. In fact, the longest I've ever stayed in one place since I graduated High School was three semesters.
No matter how many times I move, I always seem to forget how horrid it is and how grumpy it makes me. I also forget my ability to procrastinate, as I am doing now. Making up things that seem useful even to my brain at the time, although they really are not. There, I've said it. They're not really.
Things like, "Up, can't pack yet, gotta sort out that resume." "I'll need to clean out my e-mail from my in box before I pack because who knows when we'll get internet service and it's sure to be crammed by then. Gotta make room." "I haven't tested out my CD burner, yet. Need to do that before I pack." "Man, I still haven't sent those Christmas presents to England. MUST get on that before I move." "Wow, I've just been working all morning. I'm going to read a bit before I pack." Meanwhile, the empty boxes sit in my car. Still waiting to be unloaded.
Good God, it's Thursday! I WILL start packing today.