Well, we're moved

We're out of the house. Everything's in boxes and I can't find anything even when I remember which box I put it in. This move was the most emotional for me, I'm not sure why. I actually cried after the landlord left from doing his walk through. All of the empty rooms that used to hold all of our furniture...it just made me sad to be leaving this place, none of the other places made me sad. Maybe it's because I liked this house the best out of all of the places where we've lived. Or maybe it's because we had our second baby while living at this house, so it felt the most like our family's house.
I'm so tired, and ready to be done moving things and arranging things and organizing things...but that part has only just begun. sigh.
I'm very emotionally and physically exhausted right now. I could really use a vacation for some R&R, but I won't be getting one any time soon so I'll have to figure out alternate ways to "recharge my batteries" as they say.
"...show me the way to go home, I'm tired and I want to go to bed..."