I’m moving to a new apartment today. Kind of my dream apartment, actually. 19′ ceilings, loft space, all the space I need.
But let me tell you. I’ve had to move at least once in 10 of the past 12 years. I’ll break it down for you:
1995: moved to dorm room
1996: moved home, moved to off-campus apartment, moved to dorm room
1997: moved to new dorm room, moved home, moved to new dorm room
1998: moved to off-campus apartment, moved to dorm room
1999: moved to boyfriend’s apartment, then together moved to a new apartment
2000: moved from apartment to dorm (housing provided by job)
2001: moved to Arizona (approx 1790 miles)
2002: [did not move]
2003: moved to off-campus apartment (quit job that provided housing)
2004: moved to townhouse with boyfriend)
2005: [did not move]
2006: moved to apartment (break-up move)
2007: moved because my apartment was SOLD and they didn’t tell me
That’s 17 moves, if you were counting. What’s worse is that when I moved to college, my parents wanted to start trying to sell their house, so they literally made me take everything that belonged to me. Everything.
I’ve carted it around like a sad little nomad ever since.