Moving is exciting. Packing isn't. Here is the thought process that occurs during a typical moving experience.
Woohoo we finally got our place.
Oh man. Now I have all of this stuff to pack
It shouldn't be to bad I don't have that much stuff
I wonder how much it would cost to pay someone to do this for me
Lets be real there's no point in looking that up
Where do I even start
Just looking at this makes me want to take a nap
Okay I'll start in one room
I promise that I will have a lot to donate
My donation pile isn't really that big
Well maybe I do need to keep this, you never know when you'll need it
Okay so I really didn't realize I had all of this stuff
Why do I have all of this stuff
I can't pack to much in this box or it will be to heavy
Send help, I have to much stuff
Regretting this decision
So many people have offered to help
I have no way to direct anyone
Lets be honest I can't even direct myself
Send motivation
Where do I actually even donate this stuff
Why do I have all of this stuff
I'm never going to finish
Ughhhhhhhhh
I'll put this off till tomorrow
Then the dialog repeats until you have packed everything. Until a similar dialog occurs when you go to unpack. The process feels never-ending. But you will accomplish it, eventually.