It's a good thing you don't have to put in a change-of-address card with the post office everytime you change desk locations at a job. I was a real Cubicle-Hopper, and not by choice.
At one point in my life, I thought it would be "fun" to have a regular Monday thru Friday job. You know, 9 to 5, the whole bit. So I "retired" from retail, and got an office job where I became a cubicle-dweller. And let me just say this... humans should not have to be sequestered into tiny "offices" where you can hear your neighbors every conversation due to the paper thin walls of cubicle-ville. Don't be fooled. Cubicles are NOT offices, no matter what they tell you.
I worked for this particular company for about 18 months. And it that timeframe, I had 8 different desks! 
Early on, I realized that having "personal items" in my cubicle would just hinder the never-ending moving process. So I had no pictures, candy dishes, etc etc. The biggest issue (and pain in the neck) was moving the computer equipment and then trying to remember my new phone extension. Luckily, we had an IT guy who made the job easier.
When I was moved to what turned out was my last desk, I found out that the phone line didn't work in that cube. (Actually, we called that particular cube's location "The Gates of Hell" as it was right outside of a V.P.'s office and she was coincidently named "The Devil"). As for the non-working phone, I kept my mouth shut for as long as I could. The peace and quiet was like bliss in a box (the box, of course, being the cubicle.)
And when I left that job, all I needed to do was take my purse and leave. No need to pack up any personal items... there weren't any. 
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