I have decided I wouldn't mind being 'homeless' if I could do it the Moth man and Ray bird way. Go for a nice walk, get to stay with a mate when the cold weather starts, go on another nice walk when it warms up a bit and then meet a total stranger who happens to have a flat I could afford on a student loan whilst my other half sits on their arse moping.
Then I could go on to become an 'advocate' for homeless people, some of whom I apparently met, who recognised me as a kindred spirit despite the fact that my 'homeless' experience was nothing like the reality for the majority.
Of course I would meet lovely, friendly people. I could pass as a tourist (which is, in fact, what I would be). The brutal reality of life living rough isn't what I'd go through. I'd have this sanitised, middle-class experience filled with people who just stepped out of Enid Blyton's England, rather than being constantly moved on, beaten up, freezing cold in winter, etc.
Oh to be homeless if I could be like Moth man and Ray bird.