Well, since you must know.
Let me share. I have just moved to a new house, and you know how messy and exhausting the whole process can be: You flee from your old house after it's been broken into twice by burglars, who took with them some cases containing musical equipment worth around R$4.000 (US$2,000) - guitar pedals and drumkit parts -, trying to avoid any further contact with your ever-helpful and well-meaning neighbour (who works as scout for the druglords from a nearby slum, and who has actually found the burglars as they were trying to pass on the stolen merchandise and cold killed them on the spot execution-style, returning said merchandise to us afterwards [for a small fee but of course] and even offering us some guns - "cyclops" as they are affectionately called here - so we could "set up a trap and just get rid of the rest of them thieves").
As it happens, he chanced to be around in the two occasions when the burglars broke into our place. On the second biff the perps managed to escape (alas, our neighbour was unarmed that time), not before they gave him a good thrashing (picture being sound asleep 10 am in a Sunday morning in a house that was supposed to be empty to be awaken by a loud banging on your door that, when opened, reveals a shirtless, wrecked mess of a man spitting blood on the corridor, spouting drug-addled nonsense about having just fought for YOUR material possessions, using maybe just a little tad much that ominous finger-pointing of street aggression right to your face while at it).
The second worst thing in the world is the cordial thug, I tell you.
So as you can see - Moving!