Life in a box: Moving Sucks

I really hate moving. I've done it so many times that I could be good at it. The hassle and confusion and mess of it. It is tedious tiring work. That is just the physical side of it. The emotional side of it so much harder. When I was renting, which has been pretty much from 1996 to 2005, too many places to remember. A few months here or there is ok, but when you can count years at a place, it gets harder. Harder still is when we became home owners. You start finding things you forgot or things that bring up so many memories digging through your life and putting it in a box. Seeing the empty walls, empty rooms, leaves a very empty feeling. All the work, time, money and effort put into making a house home, suddenly feels like such a waste of time. Apathy starts too, nothing around the house seems worth fixing anymore. Yard work is pointless.
This time, for me, the hardest part is the kids. They have been visiting their grandparent up north, since july. At that time, we were not moving, no plans on it. Since then much has changed. We started painting inside, for our selves, not for resale value. Our 8 year old daughter will never once get to see her room, finally painted, in her favorite color, green With purple curtains. Then there is our oldest son, we moved here when he was 8 months old, this is the only home he has known. No one told him, (or us) that the day he left to go up north (for the summer) would be the last time he would see home. Never again would they go walk in the woods looking for bear caves or play in the yard with his cars.
Covering their "art work" on the walls, needs to be done, but i just dont want to. I dont want to pack all his toys, its too hard to think of it that way, that he will never see the only home he knew, as much as it hurts, i cant stop thinking of it that way. Putting our lives, in cardboard boxes, with tape and newspaper... Ya, moving hurts. I hate it.