My parent separated just before I turned 10 and my mother took me and my sister to California on a bus with $10 to her name. My mother, 'Her story', is that she was fleeing an abusive relationship but the truth is she was running away from traffic warrants and drug debts. We briefly lived with religious grandparents but mothers promiscuous lifestyle got us thrown out on the street. Lived in multiple motels and homeless shelters for many years in Southern California and greater Seattle area My sister and I tried to count once and we go up to ~37 different housing accomodations in just a five year period. Most shelters are pretty good (unless you are a man) in that they have structure and rules and tools and resources but it's hell for junkies who don't like rules. Been on my own since I was 15 and every year is better and better. So grateful for being born in America and an IQ over 120 I am very, very lucky.