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[–] puppy528 ago 

Simply put, I did without. I got to know Hunger on a first-name basis. I learned how to be invisible and tough at the same time. I was always fortunate enough to not be both homeless and vehicle-less at the same time, despite long bouts of either. I took jobs meant for teenagers, and often walked over a mile to get to them. I "toughed it out" and learned to "make do" and all those other platitudes that really just mean not having any other effing choice.

Eventually, inch by inch, I got better at life, and so life got better. I lost literally a good ten-fifteen years fighting tooth-and-nail just to have someplace, anyplace to be, but I do have such a place now. I am home. I wouldn't say I'm well-off now---quite the contrary; I know I'm only a few kindnesses from truly wonderful people away from being right back destitute and hungry, But I am definitely home now, and I definitely have my own someplace to go. I have lived in the same apt now (with my name on the lease, too!) for literally the longest point in my entire life, I worry about what to make for dinner rather than when I'm going to eat again, and I have the love of a most wonderful woman asleep next to me as I write this.

TL,DR; had no place to go, eventually made my own. Sucked doing it, tho. Sucked hard.