I hated moving various times as a kid.
You get used to one college & its social life, along with a group of friends that make you know accepted.
Instead of having a steady group of friends starting in elementary or middle college, I had to meet modern friends every single time my parents took myself & my siblings to a modern village when my father’s director forced him to transport offices. While I understand that my father had no choice in retrospect, I blamed my misery on him when I was that age. I externalized my frustration at the world & projected it onto my parents when I knew they did the best that they could with a hard situation. On top of the sheer anger I had about the situation, I also hated living in a warmer, southern temperature compared to the locales all of us lived up north. Outdoor college campuses have classroom doors that open to outdoor sidewalks with covered walkways. During the Summer weeks the outdoor air can get up to 100 degrees, and the constant chance for rain storms & thunderstorms. The rain was terrible enough, but the lightning was recognizably terrifying when all of us had to go outdoors just to change from one classroom to another. The air conditionings in the classrooms were also fairly awful at keeping the rooms cool & dry because so much hot & moist air would come in from outside every single time a student would come & go to an administrative office or another classroom. The Summer weather was absolutely brutal while I was at college in the Summer weeks.