Can I tell you about my grandmother? Her family was in the military, and moved constantly. Now she is 92, and still moves on average every 18 months. It's a compulsion of hers. She always finds something wrong with the apartment, and falls in love with another, and there she goes. She lives in a tiny town too, and ends up moving between the same 4 buildings over and over.

It's her life right? Well, it means that the people who love her move her every 18 months. Her son is in his 70s, her daughter lives 3,000 miles away, her grandchildren have young kids and live several hours drive away. She also refuses to move at once, and instead insists on doing it over the course of weeks. And she calls upon these people every 16-20 months, to carry all her tchotchkeys from one of the four buildings to another, a little at a time. For years and years (she refuses to hire movers). Last time she moved, it was to the apartment three doors down, because she didn't like the long walk down the hallway. Now, every time she moves, it ends with her son and her not speaking for two months, because he's had it. The grandkids help, but we all work during the week so we are only there for a fraction of it.

Then, once she moves, it's the "you have to come by and see the apartment!" Which is all very nice, and we ooh, and ahh, even though she lived in the same one four years ago, and all her stuffs the same.

Once, she lived in the same place for seven years. This was accomplished by her husband driving her around in an RV for six months a year, and flat out refusing to leave. It's the longest she ever lived in a place by four years. again, she's 92!