The first house moving i had in my life was as soon as i was born. For obvious reasons i dont have any reminiscence of that time.All i know is that i was carried from one tiny place to another without being asked or told.
The second... that was a good one !!We were living all pilled up in a little apartment and we moved into a rented house. It had a big playroom, a garden and a swiming pool !
We moved into an even bigger house.We actually bought it.It had everything anyone could ever dream.But living there we lost the only thing that ever had a mean.
It was absolutelly unexpected.I volunteered to take care of my brothers place for some months.It really toughened me up.And i never went back to my paternal house.
The fifth and last.
My own house.I couldnt be the least excited when i moved into my actual place.It was a big step and i was terrified.
Fortunately...that first stage is over.And i have “lived happily everafter ...” la la la.
Nowadays i am not planning nor willing to go anywhere.
But no matter our willing, there will always be one last involuntary moving !
Although we shouldnt worry about it, in that place ...no luggage is allowed.