Moving is the worst. The worst ever.
I have moved, this year, ten times. I have gotten better at the logistics but there is no improving the emotions. The emotions only get stronger with too many transitions in too short a time. The human psyche was not intended to survive so many changes and so much uncertainty.
Although some people thrive on it. I don't get those people. I don't even like backpacking around Europe. I'm happy to travel, sure, but give me a place to leave my stuff. It works like this: get a hotel. Leave your stuff there. Go see the town. Come back to your stuff.
Similarly with travel in general: leave your stuff at home. Travel. Come back to your stuff. It's lovely that way.
I am sleeping on an air mattress tonight, but there is this: I have a year-long lease on this apartment. I signed a lease.
That means that I have to come up with the rent every month. It also means that I don't have to move for a year.
I've never been so happy to be tied to one place.