Yeah, it kinda sucked, but my job kept us moving, and each move was a step up. Sometimes a very small step, but a step up. Also, I miscounted it; was only five moves, counting the initial move when we first got married, so really only four moves over the next ten years. But each one was either a better job, or a better apartment, or both, so it was worth it. Kinda put us into a weird mentality, though, that we've never really shaken off. A lot of stuff is still in boxes, and we dig it out when we need it, and after all this time, I guess this is just how we are. We're used to it.