You’re right.
Luckily most of my experience with hard housing either ended with my mom and I (very small) house hopping with her family in northwest Indiana until she figured some things out (working cleaning jobs that I toddled along for) and then when I got older I made friends out in a rural part of northwest Indiana (what the suburbs calls rural- not really rural for most america) and we grouped up in pretty much abandoned farmhouses which was very creepy but not so bad once I figured out a lot of things could be fixed and made better with just a little DIY
There was a point in time where my moms sacrifice and my ballet skills afforded me an opportunity into really great ballet schools in Chicago and then I got to have a different taste of Chicago for many years- the contrast was stark
But yes, it also teaches you a weird way to navigate life (for example, what is my address… well I’m not really sure lol but this one will probably get mail to me eventually)
I also wouldn’t be the bitcoiner I am today if I hadn’t lived in the communal house I lived in in college in Hobart
Every place was a learning experience in different types of lifestyle- in rural Indiana I wrangled cows, lived on the edge of Gary, IN and dealt with constant gang activity… both lessons were valuable and everything in between