on moving and getting stucked

Although I wanted to move someday to may own place, I am not really a fan of moving. I remember back in elementary and high school, we used to change our seating arrangement every quarter, while in college we have to transfer to different seating arrangement depending on the professor. When I started working in a bank, we have this thing called "rigodon", wherein every month we have to transfer to a new cubicle, and what's worse is that we also move out our computers, which is by the way, desktop computers, arrggghh. The only thrill in this moving tradition is the chance of seating next to my crush or my friends and nothing else.

Today I have moved into my new cubicle and this will be my permanent position. This time it was a sigh of relief. I have my own table, own phone, own cabinet, and my own personal space. I didn't understand how I felt. I can't choose who my seatmate or cubiclemate would be and it saddens me to be in a different cubicle with the person I'm mostly comfortable with.

This is why I have never been a fan of moving, why can't I just stay where I am, but then again, if I did, then I would be stucked and nobody wants to be stucked.