Our last relocation was 1997, when we moved from our college apartment in Ann Arbor to our home in Fenton. We had a bit of a blended move; we did most of the packing of our stuff, but we rented a local firm to load all the stuff (including the big heavy stuff) onto the moving truck and unload it in our house.
I don't see a move happening anytime soon. As much as I see academics with a sense of wanderlust, bouncing from institution to institution, I don't see that happening with us. In part, that's because I'm professionally stranded at the moment. But in greater part, it's because everything else in our lives seems relatively stable; we seem to be where we're supposed to be.
The best thing about moving to Fenton was the transition to "real-person" living. I spent 12 years living in Ann Arbor as an undergraduate student, graduate student, and post-doctoral fellow. But college towns are weird. You come to college in order to eventually leave. It's a temporary condition. Ann Arbor was a delightful place to live, but there was always a sense that a day was coming when we would leave.
When we bought a house in Fenton and moved into it, it was "home". Sure, we might move in the future, I suppose. But our operating assumption is that this place is "home", and it's our job to invest in making this home a place for us.
Least favorite thing about moving: the disruption. You have no idea where anything is during the process.
Getting ready for my current business trip brought up all the existential angst I have about what I'm supposed to be doing professionally, whether I'm capable of improving my professional state, whether the time and money I'm spending on this trip was a wise decision, and so on. The unknown is always scary.
No forbidden foods. Probably the last thing I ate in my car was a Taco Bell breakfast meal ... I've gotten lazy about getting up early enough in the morning to have a proper breakfast.
Long-distance food snack? Salt and vinegar potato chips (or, as my dear daughter calls them, "stinky chips"). I'm not a major fan of them, but the bitterness of the vinegar helps to wake me up and keep me alert while driving.
Submitted for your amusement ...
As noted above ... fast food drive-thru (these days, Taco Bell). I know it's probably not good for me nutritionally, but I do it anyways ...
Nope. I'm generally not good at snap decisions; I prefer to mull things over for a bit. That doesn't mean I'm "lost", but it does mean that I'm careful to think through things before I react.
I can't remember a time of being really "lost". Sure, I've gotten to places while wandering through the woods looking for geocaches when I didn't know precisely how to get where I was going, but that's what the GPS receiver hanging from my neck is for. :)
Heading home from a wonderful conference today. The key question: will I actually take some time over the next week to do something about it? (Especially with the backload of grading that awaits me?)