Oh, I hate moving. As in, loathe moving. As in, I put off moving when I actually want to because it's such a hassle. We have junk. It's certainly not because I like keeping stuff, but between a growing kid, multiple gear-craving hobbies, a penchant for repairing stuff ourselves and my dh who is a pack rat, the donating/selling/throwing away business is a chore never finished.

I don't really mind the effort of getting rid of stuff, it's a great feeling, it's just that I'd always rather be doing something else with my life than shifting belongings.

Poor kitties. An empty house is a scary place!