Moving back to the baseline of life always seems like a little bit of a downer, but it's punctuated by the joy of unpacking.

Unpacking is a blessing and a curse. It feels overwhelming to have so much laundry to do at one time. Also, finding a place for all the wares and nicknacks you acquired is a chore.

But then again, you have all the memories and the stuff you have and putting it all away jogs your memory. 

But I generally approach packing with a detached lethargy. It's there, but it's not there. Meh.