Moving stinks. Royally. I conveniently forgot how painful it was. Seems odd as I talk about it almost daily with my clients. This move felt exceptionally painful. Maybe they are all, and I just forgot. There were so many factors: my packrat tendencies, work schedules, the holidays, discovering Candy Crush, a December business trip to Hawaii, a 4-week sickness caught on that business trip, a chronic bad back, fear of what we were moving into, and movers coming literally the day after our family left from Christmas. We had a couple of months to pack and prepare – and we did a decent job – but it was still a terrible and grueling process. Our stuff had 4 places to go: to donation, to a local storage unit, to a permanent long-term storage unit and into our rental. These extra choices made it more challenging – at least for me. If it were up to Jonathan everything...