For me, 2004 was a personally bad year, mainly because it my first time battling clinical, teenage depression. My folks and I had to move out of what we thought would be a permanent home (and a nice one at that) and ended up in a ridiculously tiny cheese box of a condo with hardly any elbow room, and it was just an all-around weird year.
2006 had similar circumstances: we were living in another condo that was actually surprisingly spaceous and nice, but it was rental, and the guy who owned it decided to get out of the rental business and sold all of the units, meaning we all had to move; my parents found a house to move into in one of those kinds of subdivisions you see depicted in OVER THE HEDGE: where all the houses look almost identical, they're only inches apart from one another, hardly any trees anywhere, and while I'll admit the house itself was actually rather nice, the bedrooms on the other hand sucke - I hardly had any floor space to actually walk on, I was constantly squeezing inbetween my furniture, and I just never felt at home there. Not to mention there was a really bad night that year where a pair of wolves showed up out of nowhere and tried attacking my bunny; luckily, they weren't able to get through her cage, but she must have been within close enough reach for them to bite off the tip of her tail, and some clumps of fur from her butt. I never slept another night at that place again until we moved again, but ironically, by the following summer, I was strangely finally starting to get used to the place, but moving out of there was the highlight of 2007 for me.