The hardest part about moving...

The hardest part about moving isn't the logistics, and it isn't how tiring it is, and it isn't the fear that I've mixed up dates or addresses.

The hardest part about moving is that a big part of who I am won't exist in one week. Everything that I have built up as part of my daily life, all the little details that define my daily rhythms and how I function, all the comforting little sights and sounds that make up a day...that will be gone. And who will I be then? It is a question that has come up five times in the past few years.
And then also, I think about this: 72 hours ago, what was I doing? Because 72 hours from now, I will be (according to plan) asleep in a hotel room.

How can that even be?

Of course, the thing is, after that time, I still feel like me. Spokane Me feels like Costa Rica Me feels like Montana Me feels like Corvallis Me.

This is actually even in Doctor Who (if you are familiar), sometimes before regeneration, the Doctor says "some other guy will walk away with my face", but afterwards he says "its just a change in perception".

So yes, moving, exactly like Time Lord regeneration.