It's been 6 months...it's time to move again

The definition of a nomad: a member of a people or tribe that has no permanent abode but moves about from place to place... (There was more to the definition but that didn't relate to what I wanted to talk about so it didn't make the cut.) Yes, it has been about 6 months since I last moved which means it's time to move again. It's funny, I lived in the same room from the age of 5 to 23. I'd rearrange my furniture on occasion, get rid of old stuff, get new stuff, but I stayed in the same room the whole time.
At the age of 23, I decided I wanted to be independent and move out of my little room so I moved out with a friend to the town immediately west of where I grew up. We lived there about 9 months before another friend wanted to move in with us so we stayed in the same apartment complex, just moved to a bigger unit. That was on the 2nd floor...probably walked up and down those stairs 80 times that day. Stayed there for 1 year and 8 months. Around that time, some personal stuff happened within the family so I decided to move in with my sister. We didn't have a place at first but a friend of the family had a place that they wanted someone to house sit for a couple months. So from July to Sept, we stayed there. In Sept, my sister and I moved to a complex in Vista. We knew it was more money than we wanted to pay but we were in a bit of a bind and needed a place ASAP. So we took it. We signed a six month lease and the six month mark is up. We didn't want to continue to overpay for a mediocre place when we knew we could do better. So we found a place about 2 blocks away from our current place and plan to move in there the weekend of the 18th. The nice thing about this place is everything has been refurbished so it'll all be clean and new. The other thing, which I'm deciding is a good thing cuz I'm sick of moving every other day, is we are in a year lease. The only reason I see myself moving is if I meet the man of my dreams, we get married and move to a big nice house.
Don't get me wrong, there are some positives about moving. I get to clear out stuff I've accumulated that I don't really need or want. Shows your true friendships cuz they are willing to help. The new place is right across the street from a fire station. I'm gonna have to divise a plan to ensure those trucks get dirtied up every week so they have to wash them on the weekends.(And if they want to do it shirtless, who am I to argue?)
This time, I've decided to rent a U-haul. I learned my lesson from last time. Even with the places being so close, it's just a pain. I'd rather just have 1 big trip. Load all the crap out of the one place and unload it in the new place all in one swoop.