One of the most stressful things in life, after death and divorce (or somewhere on the list) is MOVING! You sure hit a nerve with that title. Been there, done that as well. I've practically been a "nomad" for most of my adult life.
After high school, lived in several different places with different girlfriends. (A year back then was a lifetime, you know). Then I lived in a ski resort town for five years. NEVER LIVE IN A "TOURIST" TOWN unless you want to have to move constantly. I had to move 15 times in the first three years due to "tourist" and "ski" and/or "summer" seasons. The landlords will only rent to the "locals" for a few months at a time because they wanted to charge the "big bucks" when the tourists come to town. It was stress up the kazoo. "Relief" came the final two years via a "employee housing" through a job I had the last three years there (a very nice furnished, large 1 bedroom apt., inside W/D, balcony, etc). The "emloyee housing" was a plan mandated by the county commissioners for the very reason that nobody wanted to rent long-term to the local/peons who kept the town running for the sake of the big-spending tourists. So the politicians put it upon the employers to provide "employee housing" at a reduced rate for the local working "peons."
And then I got the "truth," and moved back to the South, and continued to move every few years because I was incessantly trying to live as "cheaply" as possible so I could "do more in service." I moved close to 7 times in 11 years being a JW (from apt. back to sharing a house with a sister, back out to a different apt., then back with the sister, etc. etc.) Round and round we go, where she'll stop nobody knows... Stress continued...
Two years out of the "truth," and I became very ill and had to give up my townhouse next to the office where I worked. Stayed with various friends at first, then back home with the folks for almost two years. Finally resettled and, believe it or not, have been in this apt. for seven whole years, the longest I ever lived in any one place (aside from my kiddie years growing up).
No wonder the "paradise earth" where we were supposed to all have our "own homes," rent/mortgage free, peacefully dwelling under the vines and the fig trees, was so appealing...
My deepest sympathies to haujobbz and Lady Lee all the other "nomads." It's No Fun!
