Yes, there's always been someplace for me to call home.
Some of my fondest memories are of places that were less than elegant.

So far. I'm now in a studio in a "not that great" part of town.
I don't know how to keep a roof over my head anymore.This is why I'm having prob. w/depression.
I want to die over this.

I have always had a roof over my head, always had a man to take care of me. Doesn't that in itself sound awful?

I've been fortunate in always living an upper middle class life. I guess I'm spoiled, but we have worked hard to maintain that for ourselves and our children.

We were Middle Class for a while but my father drank too much and had mistresses...the money goes fast that way! He grew up poor and you can't take that mentality out of some people.

It's true, you tend to live which you learn as a child.

somehow strangely enough.....

I have not been homeless.....yet.....

Hi, dom17!!!!
Three. The one I grew up in and then an apartment and then a house, when I got married. Looks like I'll lose the house for sure and will then move back to the childhood home. Back with my now decrepit, 78 year old mother. How depressing, although I thank God that she's there for me. Sheesh.

Aren't some mothers wonderful. When I come out of the mental hospital the first time, my Mom took me in and kept me till I moved to where I live now. All she asked for was three hundred dollars to help cover food and expenses, like electricity, heating, and a private telephone she put in my room so I could talk privately with other friends with Mental health illnesses. Now I share the cost of a mortgage with my older brother and older sister..... and ten kitties.

CarlaBent you can always have a bed at my place

I,too,have always been able to keep a roof over my head--sometimes it leaks, but it's my home!!

I always had a place to go, but chose not to. I decided to live a rough life instead of going home. I lived in the South Side of Chicago for about a year in a project building when I was 17 yrs old. Got involved in drugs, was robbed, almost raped at gunpoint, been through gang wars unable to go outside for months, shootings, police raids, beaten by cops. Living out of a car, shelters, jails... for what? because I was to stubborn... I learned alot by my experiances... But would have rather not had alot of them because it caused what is known as PTSD.

I too have lived from one extreme to another but have always had a roof over my head.

Carlabent I've had almost the same experience. Had big house married attorney, ski condo in Colorado, private lake side property. Now I live with my 78 year old mother in one room with my dog on Medicare. It's a roof. Not a life though.

Yes, thankfully I have. I have moved around alot myself, but there is not a day goes by where i dont count my blessings to have a roof over my head