Mentally and physically exhausted after clearing out and cleaning my old apartment.
There is definitely something about packing each and every one of your worldly possessions that gets the emotions going. You wonder things like "how the hell did I ever acquire so much shit?" and "how the hell did all this shit ever fit in that tiny apartment?", but it also gives and opportunity to reflect on how you got to where you are and on all the family, friends, enemies and acquaintances who have been a part of your journey along the way.
In any case, time to crack the good tequila, get drunk, and sleep for at least 10-12 hours.