Yes. I’ve moved house 48 times since birth (I’m 52).
Most of it during my 20s and 30s when I was footloose and fancy free
trying out different parts of the country for a change of scenery or job, I’ve lived at all compass points of the UK, rural and urban,
or because I’d try renting lodgings in an owners home and hated the set-up after a few months,
or rent a bed sit in a shared house and fed up with my belongings or food being stolen.
Or the break up of a live-in relationship.
I’ve been evicted twice. Once as a lone parent because the rent was put up, the other time my part time job and a massive Child Tax Credit overpayment meant rent debt just spiralled.
I’ve moved house by myself using a shopping trolley, I’ve moved from a flat to a house just two doors down, moved in rented vans, friends tiny Rascal van, estate cars, taxi, had to use a storage facility, not once with professional house removers though, and also including a baby grand piano through two house moves 
But it’s the packing up that’s most stressful, you have more junk than you know, even after careful culling weeks before the move date. It takes so long to source suitable cardboard boxes and then label and pack individual items away. Since having children, even harder with all their gumph.
I’ve recently got married, and the house moving pallava has suddenly stopped dead. I’ve lived here 4.5 years, the longest anywhere bar the childhood stint of 10 years. My husband has lived in the same town he was born in his whole life. He’s never lived anywhere else.
My two children the eldest is 13, have already lived at 7 different addresses since birth, so hopefully they’re enjoying this 4.5 year stint. Luckily it’s a long term rental ; we’ve been offered another year long tenancy here.
Why do I move so much? No idea. Our childhood was in an idyllic rural location in the woods surrounded by rivers and lakes, and we were suddenly pulled from that to live in the cheapest cruddiest part of the nearest town centre in a two up two down. Our ‘playground’ went overnight from woods, rivers, lakes, parkland, horse fields and golf course fairways to concrete city. We used to roller skate on the top of a multi storey car park for the space and ‘fresh air’ overlooking the urban landscape. I imagine that has something to do with it, always looking for that idyll again.
I’m planning to buy a small sailboat and cruise parts of the world once retired.
I blame all the Sagittarius in me 