Moving day. Two of the least-liked words of adulthood. I will know, I’ve moved a grand total of 11 times counting both mini-moves (old apartment to new apartment across town) and momma-size moves (entire households across state lines). I’ve had moves involving saltwater fish, two dogs, and a lawn tractor. I’m on a first-name basis at a time folks at U-Haul, and swap Christmas cards…