Constantly Moving

My whole life, the only constant thing has been moving. I went to several schools in several school systems across three States before I graduated high school. That hasn't changed since growing up, since I have found myself in several predicaments when it comes to finding a lasting job and residence. Indeed, I have found myself living out of suitcases for the better part of the last year as my life is continually tossed in turmoil as I try to find out where to go next and how to get there. Constantly moving, constantly changing. I have no answer to "where are you from?" since I'm from many places. I have no place to call home, in a literal sense of the word. The place I reside now is not my home. There is nothing "home" about it. It's really sad to think about. It may be the "grass is greener" but...I've always wanted a real home. A place where I can put down roots and have a decent job, a spouse, a family. A place where I can live for more than a few years, where I'll get to know people around, and have a favorite shop or restaurant I visit on a regular basis and have a rapport with the proprietors. I feel, only those without a place to call home can truly appreciate what it means to have one. It's like that other old saying, "you can only appreciate what you have when it's gone." While I've never had it, when I finally do, I feel I will be able to appreciate it, though I will probably spend several years wondering "will I have to move again?"