Have you ever had to start everything over from scratch? I mean city, home, job, friends, car, etc. ??? How did you do it?

Methinks you need to think of yourself as a
complete entity.
My parents were married 11 times beyween them.
I went to 5 different high schools in different
states because of this.
Never had a problem.
I looked at it as a new adventure each time.
Met new people, made new friends, did new things.
It was never..foreign to me.
Because, I am me.
This seems to be attractive to others.

So, I would say, be you, in all your uniqueness.
Expect, and it will follow.
NEVER try to 'fit in' that means you are giving
up the essence of you, and you may appear fake.
Be, doll.
It is enough.

Had to do it a few times.

It aint fun. Culture shock and stress...lots of it.

But, going through things like that strengthens us as individuals.

I get by with a little help from my friends

is the answer to that question

and yes I have done that a few times - have a wanderer's soul

but am tired of it now

I've done this many, many times. Sometimes by choice and sometimes not. Look at it as a new opportunity to start all over and do things better with the lessons learned. You'll be stronger for it :) Life is what YOU make of it.

no one should have to leave home against their will or be separated from their family

especially when they have done nothing wrong

I have lived all over the midwest and south. Its a whole new world in each and every place. Its rather hard at first, but once you break the ice with a few people then life begins to become normal again. Its a fun change, learning new cultures, hotspots, local must see's etc etc. As for the new car thing though, well why not just drive your old one to the new place, this would at least lower one stress level, but then again a new car is always nice

Yep yep yep....Just did it....doing it again right now...all but the different city.

I dunno... the more you have to do it, the easier it gets. If you do it often enough, it becomes routine, and eventually you learn to laugh in the face of fate as you roll with the punches.

Two things that helped me in this aspect were my philosophy, which allowed me to feel that fate is not singling me out to punish me. I believe in no god or higher power, or karma, or a cosmic justice, I believe more or less in a determinable randomness in our lives' course, so that helped to see my hardships as not a punishment for my sins or a punishment due to the caprice or jealousy of some supposed azzole called "god".

The other helpful thing was, like I said, getting an early start at losing everythig, and in my case my losses were always of things of sentimental value only, like my mother or some failed loves, since I was never rich. I don't know the mental anguish of losing a 1964 Ford Mustang or an '81 Camaro, or a Schaffhauseni Gold Watch. Must be devastating.

I have done this a few times and where I live now was one of those times. The only family I have here is my son but I have made some of the best friends I have ever had in my life and I now consider them family as well. I strongly believe that everything happens for a reason and wherever you land you are there for a reason even if you truly never figure out what the reason was! Good luck!

"This seems to be attractive to others."

Well, girl, three other things might be competing against that opinion. Your pleasant physical appearance (the hair!! The Blondeness!!), your brains and having a real gem for a sister.

Don't please read anything into this what I said. I was just saying.

I'm in that position right now, and I haven't got a clue as to how to go about fixing it.

I have moved all around the country.

More than once, I packed what would fit in the car, truck or van and left the rest behind.

One time, I didn't have a vehicle and packed what would fit in a duffel bag and hitchhiked from Souther Ms. to just north of Seattle and started over again.

I filled that bag as tight as I could get it. Sucker was heavy. After 5 miles of carrying that thin, I unloaded it until all that was in there was a couple changes of clothes and a few cans of beans.

Most of those times, I fretted and worried until D-Day came. Then, just did it.

Just do it.

I don't recommend it at all

not unless there is a compelling reason to do so

I am prolly going to go home as soon as I can and nothing can stop me

What can be compelling is the journey.
Fortunately?, I never knew what was "home".
When I was finally able to escape for forever, I left and never looked back.

Right on!!!