Well, the move is "over" in that the boxes are all over the new apartment. It's only beginning in terms of the unpacking, and the figuring out where things are in the new 'hood. (I also have odds and ends to do in the old apartment.
I'm not striking out on my own to say I hate moving. And that opinion hasn't changed. This move was comparatively minor to the last one (moving from DC to the Bay Area), but it was still stressful. I find myself thinking 5 steps, 3 hours, or 2 days ahead of where I actually am. I've had to consciously slow down and concentrate on the exact task at hand. There's something between sweating every detail and throwin up your hands and saying, "And a miracle happens, and it all gets done."
I'm working on that balance: healthy pessimism allowing for Plan B strategy, and enough optimism to make things relatively painless.