Consistency was simply not a factor in my upbringing. With one exception (Houston, TX), I hadn't lived in any particular city for more than two years. France, Venezuela, India, Canada, China, and the US each claimed a portion of my domestic life. It was a phenomenal cultural experience that led me to see more of the world in my young days than many see in their entire lives. Language differences, cultural barriers: these were the objects of every day conversation in our household and it really shaped the way that I approach a new land.
That being said, there were plenty of fall backs to having moved around so much as a child. I lacked a solid group of friends and often times didn't even make an effort to maintain long lasting relationships knowing that they would crumble within a year or two. Some key social years were tested by fire in those days. I had to hit the ground running when it came to friendships in the Facebook era that had more of a propensity to last.
All said and done, one thing stands out the most about my upbringing: there are a hell of a lot of stories from it.
