Up until a couple years ago, I didn't move around much. I would settle into something and stick with it for years whether I was fully content with it or not. I'm not sure what happened as I grew older, but if something isn't 100% (or at least very close to it) I'm fuckin' gone! Which I'm not certain is a fully positive thing, but that's what happens none the less. I pretty much have a no bullshit policy for every aspect of my life.
Deanna and I thought we had this moving thing down. We organized everything while packing and labeled every single box so we know where stuff was when we would need it. All of our moving day arrangements were made weeks in advance and leading up to the big day, we weren't stressed in the least. As a matter of fact, we were totally stoked at how smoothly things were going and really looking forward to getting into our new home. Moving day came along, and everything started to go to shit - and I do mean everything.
I've been in the same small apartment for a little over 5 years. When I moved out, I was a bachelor with hardly even enough stuff to make the place look occupied. Now I've got a wife, daughter, 2 cats, a bunch of fish and more stuff than we know what to do with. I work from home and since there's no other place for it - my computer setup is in the bedroom. And if you've been following my blog for a while, you'll know that I work from home. So yes, I spend the majority of my life in the bedroom. Just about every task I perform (hehe) takes place within a 6 foot radius. Simply put, we've out-grown our home.