moving blues

so my family moved houses a few weeks agothis is i believe the fifth time we've moved in my life somehowi settled in pretty fasttoo fast i thinknow i didnt particularly like the previous house, it didnt really stand out at allit was too late to have any kind of nostalgic factorbut its still weird how little i can get myself to actually care, right?that lack of care is i think contradictially making me feel sadlike i lost that kind of deep attachment to where im livingim just hovering between places to sleepthat it doesnt even register that im in a new location and ill never be back to the previous house in my lifeit doesnt change anything in my life beyond the frustration of having to pack and learning a new daily route(we still live in the same area just out in the country)i SHOULD care morewhy do i care so much about the stuff that doesnt matter and not enough for the real life stuff like thisi dontknow what i am