The start of sleepless nights....

Well, I usually dont get stressed about things, I have almost completed my schooling will relatively no stress, I have handled life and death situations with relatively no stress, yet the thought of moving my fish tank is KILLING me. There are so many things that are uncertain about this latest adventure. Are we going to sell our houses and be homeless for a short time? If so, what do I do with my fish? It's not like I can just throw them in storage and hope they will be fine by time we get a place. I guess I could always sell everything, but like most things in life, I wont get as much as I have paid for them and I won't be able to buy replacements for what I sold mine for. Then you have the moving of the tank itself. this is a mammoth adventure as it is. There are 150 gallons of water of which at least half needs to be used so you dont kill everything in the process. There is the sheer weight of the tank and the stand which are a blast to move anyways. Now if I didnt have to worry about all the living creatures it would be less complicated, but the creatures are the whole point to having a tank this big. So I really dont know how I am going to do this. Then besides the fish tank, between the two of us, we have more junk then you can believe. I think I am going to have a "buy it so I dont have to move it" sale. I have an extra couch, desks, tables, chairs, pictures, junk, junk, and more junk.
I think I need to take a nap, just thinking about it is making me tired.