I came up with the fact that in a short period of time, you have to touch and process every single item you own. Nothing can be left out. Nothing. For most other tasks, there's some wiggle room where you can do most everything, leave a little undone, and say "Good enough! Let's stop here and call it good. Pizza anyone?"
But you can't do that when you're moving. When you stop, there's always something that's still unpacked staring at you as if to say "What about me? Am I going too? I bet you don't have a box big enough for me, do you? What were you thinking when you bought me? Why are you yelling at me?"
Then there's the part when your stuff - all your stuff that you've had to look at, wrap, and pack - gets loaded on the truck. All your stuff on a truck. One truck. All of it. If you're high class then maybe it's two or more trucks. But in that case you have people to pack your stuff, and this blog doesn't apply to you. Stop reading, but continue if you want to learn what it's like for the rest of us. You'll see two trucks in our video, but we're not high class. The second truck moves the movers and their stuff. Everybody's got stuff.
What could happen to all your stuff as it takes a ride on the truck? Think of the possibilities! It could flip over, burst into flames, and make the evening news. The reporter will say how quickly your box of Snuggies and Slankets caught fire and blocked traffic for 3 hours. The camera will zoom in on the fast-lane bonfire, everything engulfed in flames except the label with your name and new address.
What if it travels through some civil unrest and gets looted? Will you be mad if an angry mob hauls off with all your stuff? How would you feel if they don't want your stuff and empty it all onto the curb so they can just take the truck? "Hey! I got good stuff, no!?"
Worse yet... what if it arrives safely at your new home, piled high like a box mountain in the middle of the floor where you're supposed to live? And you have to unpack, unwrap, and find a place for every last little stinking thing that you've accumulated and feel you can't part with, though you know you probably should!?
Let's not hope for civil unrest, or traffic accidents, but when you're unpacking from a move, be honest... it's tempting.