Oh my god. You are bringing back nightmares!
Five years ago I moved from New York to the west coast. It was a headache. I flew, started my job, and then flew back three weeks later to supervise packing everything. I then flew back while my stuff drove.
When I first few west, my carryon suitcase had my jewelry box, my absolute-favorite-would-be-crushed-if-anything-happened bags, and my flatware. That's it. No clothes. My makeup was in my "personal items" along with my favorite perfumes. In my checked "luggage" I wrapped my china and crystal in my clothes (panties and socks stuffed inside the stemware, paints and blouses wrapped around the dishes and glasses) I had a couple of pairs of shoes in my bag, and what scarves I didn't have adorning my person were in a pocket of my suitcase.
And of course, I was stopped by security. And of course, they had to inspect my bag. And lift out every handbag for everyone bored in the security line. They tried to confiscate my flatware, but when I told the the value, they finally compromised and surrendered my suitcase to a stewardess, who didn't give the bag to me until after we landed.
And when I arrived, and opened my checked luggage, they had a "your bag has been inspected notice" I often wonder how the TSA people feel about my underwear.
In short - frustrating, but mildly amusing in retrospect