I grew up in as a Air Force brat. I think we moved 16 times while I was growing up.
When I moved away from home I moved into a dump of an place that was $90 per month furnished. It was a miserable little place but it was all I could afford. After a year a good friend of mine got divorced and had to move out of his house and I became a roommate for 14 months. It was a really nice duplex but the owner of the place was broke and could not maintain it. My roommate and I did a lot of maintenance just to keep it livable. Ultimately the roof started leaking real bad. I filled up a 40 gallon plastic trash can in one night from the leak coming out of the light fixture in my bedroom. That was it for me. I started looking for a house to buy. I found that and moved and lived there over 20 years. I finally found my wife and I sold my little house and moved into her place since she had a two car garage.
Almost 19 years ago we decided a three garage was a better option so we moved to our current place. My wife might have a slightly different reason we moved but the garage was the main reason.
We said back then that we were done moving. That is still the plan. My next move is to the old folks home or the mortuary.