I hated moving several times as a kid.
You get used to a single school and its social life, along with a group of friends that make you believe accepted.
Instead of having a steady group of friends starting in elementary or middle school, I had to meet current friends every single time our parents took myself and our sisters to a current city when our father’s supervisor forced him to transfer offices. While I understand that our father had no option in retrospect, I blamed our misery on him when I was that age. I externalized our frustration at the world and projected it onto our 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 locations the two of us lived up north. Outdoor school campuses have classroom doors that open to outdoor sidewalks with covered walkways. During the summer time months the outdoor air can get up to 100 degrees, and the constant chance for rain storms and thunderstorms. The rain was bad enough, but the lightning was particularally spine-chilling when the two of us had to go outdoors just to change from a single classroom to another. The air conditioning systems in the classrooms were also fairly bad at keeping the rooms cool and dry because so much sizzling and moist air would come in from outside every single time a student would come and go to an administrative office or another classroom. The summer time weather was particularly brutal while I was at school in the summer time months.