In some ways, making that decision (to actually move) was the hardest part. When you realize (again) that ‘moving sucks’ you may no think so but that first step is the hard one. After that it’s just labors…
Back in the day when you had to crank the engine to start, you didn’t have a windshield or a roof gloves were needed. My ‘59 VW bus didn’t have a glove box (it did have a crank to start the engine if you needed to :-), it had a package tray.
Readers? (I can’t read without them)A pair in my shirt pocket, at the computer, next to the bed, in the glove box of the car (spare) and a couple of spares in the bed room and another in my travel bag.
The hardest part of making a move like this is actually making the decision!