Beany Boo, let me offer you this, using my own experience, since I would never presume to speak for you and/or our dear friend Rivergirl. And if you find any of this doesn't jive with your lived experience, please say so! Here goes:
I think there are several levels of homelessness:
1. Unhoused. No roof over one's head. I've heard this called "rough sleeping". (I've never done this, but I've been close.)
2. Couch surfing: staying at friends and family who have varying (and always decreasing) levels of patience. (I did this from 2004-2018.)
3. Having a home, but never feeling like one has a home.
For example, I moved into my current apartment in 2018, which was plenty of time to make it my own before spending 99% of my time here since March 2020.
In every ordinary sense this is my home. But have I ever been home?
a. No, because (1) I am weird or (2) life is alienating.
That's why I love reading near death experiences (
https://www.nderf.org/Archives/exceptional.html): I don't believe in heaven, but of course I need to: what else will I do?
b. No, because I'm in love with someone and she isn't here.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TsDqZk6dAPM
While I'm not a huge fan of Glee, Burt Bacharach understands: a house is not a home.
Work is love made visible. -Kahlil Gibran
A person with a "why" can endure any "how". -Viktor Frankl
Which is better: to be born good or to overcome your evil nature through great effort? -Skyrim