I'm moving today.... again. Like most people, I hate moving. As a matter of fact, on my list of "miserable human experiences," the ranking goes something like this:
3. Dying (a distant third, really)
I've got good help (read: "students") and I'm going to do my best to be chipper today, but I got to thinking about it last night and realized that I have moved more than the average bear in my life. The longest I've ever lived in one single abode, which was the house that my folks lived in while I was in high school, is 4 years. (That's only a hair over 11% of my entire life. You do the math.) That also means that I lived in my State College apartment (in grad school) only one year short of my personal single-address-longevity record. Since grad school is, by definition, a temporary phase in one's life, I don't take it as a good sign that it represents one of the most stable residences in my life. So, my plan now is to stay in this new apartment until I get tenure or die, whichever comes first.
I don't even dare try to figure the odds of which one will, in fact, come first.