By going through what I refer to as the "backlog" of stuff that has been ignored, compartmentalized and avoided at all costs (Can't have anyone over? Lock up certain areas of your home for fear that someone will see your mess? Blood run cold when the doorbell rings? Then you know what I'm talking about here.) we are bound to run into some internal resistance.
The last time we moved, three years ago, I had the Herculean task of consolidating beautiful things from many years of living in a large home into a proper amount that would fit into an apartment... across the country. This time, the move will not be nearly as far-flung, and the space will be relatively the same, just reconfigured. So, it will be a "breeze." I thought.