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Moving house is a lot like childbirth, and I say that as someone who enjoyed the latter about as much as it’s possible to. They’re both painful and grueling processes, no matter how much you reassure yourself that thousands of others have survived, many of them without the aid of drugs. There is no way out but through. And after all the anticipation and waiting, and the messy, animal grunting and puffing, suddenly you are delivered to the delirious chaos of your new life, and it feels like you never were anywhere else.