Moving house is mostly boxes and decisions you keep deferring until a man with a van is standing in your hallway. Moving house with a rack of always-on services is the same, plus a low background dread that something you've forgotten about will quietly stop working and nobody will tell you for a fortnight.
I did the sensible thing for once and wrote everything down before I unplugged a single cable. Which switch port goes where, which drive is in which bay, what the power-on order is so the storage comes up before the things that depend on it. Photos of the back of the rack, taken before it all became a tangle in a removal box. It felt like overkill on Saturday. It felt like genius on Sunday evening when I was reconnecting it all by torchlight because the proper lights weren't wired yet.
The actual move was less dramatic than the planning. Everything powered up, the drives came back without complaint, and the one service that didn't start was down to a hardcoded IP I'd promised myself I'd fix two years ago. Naturally.
The mugs and the books got packed last and unpacked first, which tells you something about my priorities. The rack and the kettle were the two things I wanted working before the first night was over, and both were. That counts as a successful move.