Dude, we moved over twenty times when I was growing up: stacks of cardboard boxes give me a complex, I still have occasional "moving nightmares," I can't stand hanging up pictures and rearranging furniture, I'm not physically able to lift boxes and totes and tubs. . . . If I don't have to move anymore, then I'm perfectly fine with that.
Would I mind having a place of my own? No. But if I can stay put, I'm staying put.
Besides, there's people out there even older than me living with their parents.