The real reason moving sucks
So you think your in the clear. You've moved, nothing major was broken, and your internet is hooked up. It appears the roof doesn't leak, and your almost all unpacked. Hey, you think, why not whip out the wheel for a spell?
Huh. No flyer. Kinda needs that part. Now, I remember seeing a box. It was labeled 'flyers'. Well there are only a few boxes left, so this can't be hard.
How about near the Buddha?
No flyers. I know, the pile of books near the basement door. I bet it got put over there.
Shit. On second thought, I'm pretty sure they where in a smaller, white box. Maybe it got stuck in the weird ass surrealist closet.
Empty. (like my soul)
Under the bed? The sofa? In the basement? No. Hell, maybe it got thrown out. *Freaking out starts....now* My god, my Woolee Winder is in there! Maybe the cat stole it. Where the hell would it be?!? A small white box!!
Oh yes, in the pantry. Of course.
(Repeat process for various objects 50 more times over the next several weeks)