(The following is intended as a light-hearted joke. Please, by all means, ask me how me how I'm doing! This just reflects my own neuroses that I'm making fun of. But, I sincerely apologize for not making that more clear!)
There's a joke among grad schools students that you shouldn't ask about their progress on their theses (portrayed in this comic here). Yes, it's the main thing in their lives, but it's also the main source of stress in their lives, and the process of finishing them isn't always linear. I can attest that being reminded of your thesis from an innocent question about how it's going doesn't feel like casual conversation or a sign of support -- it feels like judgment that you aren't as far along as you should be, which you already think, anyway.
That is exactly how I feel right now when people ask me if we're all packed for the move. Short answer: No.
So while I appreciate your care and concern or just desire to make conversation, please, please, please don't ask me if we're all packed yet. It's coming along, and it will get done, and it will be great. :)