I just realized the other day...since I was 15, I have never really lived in one place for more than three years or so. I was an exchange student in England my junior year, then I went to college after high school away from home for about two years, then I went in the military and lived in Colorado, Okinawa, and Florida for the next four years. I moved back to Albuquerque after I got out in 1993, but after I finished my degree and got my dispatcher license I moved away again in 1995 to New England for my first airline job, and then I moved back to the Southwest for my second one in mid-1996 with another regional airline.
I actually stayed at that airline for over three years, but the company changed headquarters in the fall of 1998 so I moved from New Mexico to Arizona for that (one of my few paid moves in my post-military career.) Then I got on with a startup airline in Las Vegas and moved there in late 1999, where I stayed until that airline went belly up in late 2002. After a couple months of frantic job searching came a job offer (which even included a paid move!) leading to my my period of life in Wisconsin, from January 2003 to March of last year.
While living in Wisconsin, I started this blog, grew to dislike my boss more and more over the course of three years, considered for a while leaving aviation entirely, and finally managed to escape from there by getting hired by the Rather Large Airline last year. (When I say "escape" I am mainly referring to my old airline, but I don't miss the winters in Wisconsin much either.) Of course, I had to move yet again over a long distance, shipping my stuff at my own expense (and boy was THAT a hassle) but I am hoping it was the last long-range move that I have for the next several, say, decades.
You can't ever take anything for granted in this industry, though. Someone I knew once said that as airline employees "we're all gypsies, in a way" and I guess to a point, that is true, as my experiences demonstrate.