JS, I feel similar. I grew up a military brat. Not only did I have to behave because of my father's job (he could get in trouble for my misdeeds), but I also had to move at a whim (ever 2-3 years). And complaining felt terrible because my dad was serving his country. Then after college the military takes back your ID and you're... well you don't know what you are.

Ended up married and then moving all over the place for my husband's job and education. Having kids... and all that stuff. I realized so much of my life I've just done what I thought I was supposed to and blah blah blah.

Now I've finally gotten the guts to tell my husband I hate where we live and want to go somewhere else (but ugh another move - I've literally never lived in the same domicile longer than 3 years). He's working on it but it'll take time In the mean time I stare at the cornfield across the street in sadness.