If I dislike starting over so much, why am I always doing it?

I am packing stuff to store for the next couple of years. Last weekend, I was home and saw boxes from my last big move, crammed into a closet. I remember when I packed them thinking that they wouldn't be in boxes for long. And yet, four years have gone by and I haven't seemed to miss them much. I wonder if I'm saying goodbye to the things I pack now. In two years, will I look at the boxes covered in dust and just want to start over? I say that I hate change and I'm always looking to settle. I collect things as if to prove my intent to stay. But my track record is otherwise. Life seems to interrupt my plans. Or maybe that's just my excuse. Maybe I would hit the reset button anyway. Am I destined to be a flighty Sagittarius?