

It’s tough, bro. You’ve forged your own path though, and you’ve made a life for yourself.
I was quite popular in my youth. Knew loads of people, was rarely on bad terms with anyone, and Saturday nights out on the piss were brilliant - I could mingle between different friendship circles and have a great time.
Things change though, and my life took me in a different direction. I moved six hundred miles away to a different country, but still stayed in touch with folk, even if that contact naturally dwindles away. I used to visit my hometown every few months, walk round, and invariably bump into someone I knew for a gas and chat bollocks like it was 2000 again.
A big big gut punch came about ten years ago when I went back, walked round, went into a few shops, got a coffee, and went back to the car. In that time I had seen nobody I knew. Nobody I recognised. No trace of the social life I had worked hard to build in my youth.
That’s when I knew that it wasn’t “home” anymore.
I’m not mad about it. I look back and remember the amazing times I had, but now I look forward to the amazing future in front of me a family and a lifestyle somewhere else.
It’s a big boot in the feels, but life goes on. Nothing lasts forever. And that’s cool.
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I’m not it’s biggest fan either, but both terms are commonly used in the United Kingdom, and without inherent malice for the most part.
I agree that we should be trending towards “the unhoused” or other more dignified terms, whereas counterintuitively “the homeless” is a perfectly acceptable term elsewhere in the world but stigmatised in the UK.
In short: 🤷♂️