Technically I wasn't homeless but some would say so. When I was 20, I lived out of my car for a few months. I had two jobs and was going to college, so I made enough money to get by but had no savings to get a place. I had been renting a room from a friend's Mom and she had some sort of midlife crisis and was going through a rough time. She flipped on me once and asked me to move out. I swear I did not do anything to provoke it but she did apologize some time after and told me she got professional help. Anyway, I would hang out in the library during and after classes as long as I could. I worked as many shifts at my jobs as I could. This was so I wouldn't have to worry about where I would need to sleep at night and what not. I would also nap in my car before and after school. I'd just park as far as possible from crowded areas. I wasn't doing anything suspicious so security never said anything. This went on for about two months then friends realized what I was doing and offered me their places to crash at. I can still remember my schedule, Mondays and Tuesday's at one friends house, Wednesday and Thursdays at another, then Friday, Saturday, and Sunday's at my Uncle's apartment. I was so lucky. Neither my friends or Uncle accepted any money from me. I would buy them beer and food though. I was able to save enough money during this time to be able to rent a room soon after from my uncle who had his spare bedroom. I even saved up enough to finish paying for my car. It was a humbling experience yet I don't wish it on anyone. I'll never forget the look on people's faces who would see me between classes while I brushed my teeth or got ready for work and or class from the trunk of my car. I'm sure there's worse cases out there but this was mine.