When I moved to my house, a few years ago.... I loved all the looking for a new rented property, various viewing of different ones, the final ''YES!'' to that house, all the packing, then moving in and unpacking, then several days later, when I'd finally done everything, I was utterly exhausted but it was a nice exhaustion, not a horrible one.
I plonked myself in a local cafe that morning and stuffed my face with a Full English Breakfast, a can of Coke and a cheesecake, totally at rest at last!