Moving stinks (sometimes literally). The packing, the dust, the disorganization, the goodbyes, the loneliness, the unfamiliar— moving is physically and emotionally taxing. And that’s coming from a person that has a lot of experience moving. There’s always a moment (often in the packing or loading boxes stage) where my entire being wants to walk away and disappear. Since that’s not an option and avoidance (looking through old photo albums, of course) just prolongs the physical and emotional unease, I’ve devised some strategies to stay semi-positive and semi-motivated.