My dad was in the US Forest Service, so we moved each time he got promoted to a new assignment. When I was born, we lived in USFS housing in Northern Ca. At 3 years old, we moved to a rental house in LA County for a year+ until my parents saved up and found a house to buy in the next town over. We were there until the start of 3rd grade. Then we moved back to Northern Ca for grades 3-5 (lived in FS housing until we could build our own house on an adjacent lot), then back to LA County for grades 6-10. At that point my dad got transferred back to the Washington, DC office for grades 11-freshman year of college. I didn’t change colleges though. Transferring in the middle is high school had been traumatic enough. And going from LA to the DC area had been a bit of a culture shock. So while I stayed at my university all 4 years, my parents moved to San Diego County (uprooting my brother and sister in the middle of high school), and they still live in SD County all these years later.
8 houses, 7 towns, 2 states as a kid.
Even though all that moving made me the outgoing, can do anything person I am, I didn’t like not having a sense of “home.” I wanted my own children to have a house to come back to that felt like home, that had their heights with dates written on the wall, and was full of memories. We moved once when my first born was 1 year old and haven’t moved since. The house we are in now is the only one my kids remember.