I was quite ill with a kidney infection when I moved into this house, and unable to do any more than make my bed and get into it.
After about 3 days, I finally felt well enough to get up and have a shower. Afterwards, I went downstairs to make a cup of tea and found the kitchen awash with water, that had leaked while I was showering and pissed down the wall.
I sat with my head on the kitchen table, sobbing, for what seemed like ages, desperately wishing I could turn the clock back and move back into my old house.
To add to the joy, it had snowed and I couldn't go further than the end of the road for a few days, because the house is at the top of a steep hill that the council don't bother to grit, even though it's a bus route.
On the plus side, I discovered what lovely neighbours I have. A colleague who lived along the road came and checked on me regularly and her teenage daughters walked my dog, another neighbour came and put sealant along the side of the bath and wouldn't let me pay him, and when it was snowy, a neighbour with a 4 x 4 did shopping for half the street.
It will get better OP. Moving house is fairly near the top of the list of life's most stressful events!