It's so stressful that after doing it for so many times growing up, it's actually given me something of a complex . . . obviously I have cardboards of stuff in my closet for storage and such, but like if I have them out of the closet or in my room for an extended period of time it, it makes me feel emotionally insecure. I also still occasionally have moving nightmares at night, and that's something I doubt will ever go away.
At the same time though, our landlord has locked us into a lifetime lease, and although he is going up on rent (by nearly $100), he's putting a cap on it. This works out very well, especially considering I'm more-or-less caring for both of my parents now (Dad just had surgery to unblock one of his carotid arteries since a lifetime of smoking has finally caught up to him). However, both of my parents have expressed that they do feel just the tiniest little bit of remorse that I'm caring for them, and that I'm not out on my own with my own place in another part of town living my own life, but I mean they're my parents, I love them, so it's not like this is completely a burden on me.