Relocating Where I Sleep...

I have just finished moving a majority of my things from the house into the appartment. At this rate I have moved at an average of every two months (I'm not complaining but maybe whining a little). I so enjoyed living in the house because on my day off I could lounge around and not feel like I was still in the barn (the apartment is above the barn) but on the flip side I didn't have internet access whereas in the appartment I do. (I think that was what you call a run on sentence). Anyhow the house was a bit lonely because everyone has moved back home for the summer and so it was feeling a little empty and sad being in there alone excluding Max-i-poo. So at the end of the day it is probably better but I was a little pissy when I was told I had to move again! I don't know how I manage to have SO much stuff but at the same time it all fit in the car :) For some reason that feels freeing. Not quite sure why?