This is something I guess I've never been able to fathom. Dad was a heavy construction worker, mostly ironwork, coal loadouts, crushers, and the like. With the exception of a couple of years in high school, from the age of 7 until I joined the Navy after graduating high school, 3-4 moves a year was normal for me, to the point I've literally woken up to my parents telling me to get my ass to school so I can sign out because the house has to be packed TONIGHT for a 1000 mile move (Farmington, NM, to Gillette, WY.)
And no, we didn't hire movers. We packed, boxed, and loaded everything ourselves. Got pretty good at it too.
FWIW, when Dad finished that job, we moved back to Farmington--or at least I did. He put me up in an apartment (folks had just divorced) while he went to work a job in Kayenta, AZ.
ETA: Bottom line, if you're serious enough about providing for yourself and your family, you'll work. Whatever, wherever, whenever.