No, that's not true -- I actually don't mind moving -- I hate the chaos, I hate the mental stress, and most of all, I hate PACKING!
I start with good intentions.
I try to have LOUNGEROOM ORNAMENTS and KIDS' TOYS and BATHROOM CABINET neatly separated and boxed properly. But by the end I'm so frazzled I'll wrap a chunk of salami and my high heels in a dishtowel and throw it in the box marked STUFF.
(to paraphrase Betty McDonald)
Admittedly, this makes for an interesting week or so, unpacking at the other end.
On the plus side, I can tell you we are moving to BeachTown, and we may have found a house to move into.
And I'll be living nearby some of my best friends EVER.
So... YAY! bring on that truck!!