I was homeless for a couple of years after high school. I was in the city at the time. The homeless shelters were full and even when I did get in I got bullied by the others so I camped around the place. Getting moved on constantly sucked. Camping along the river wasn't so bad.
I'd heard of a drug dealer I knew of, who was sent away to jail. His Girlfriend was selling all his stuff the cops didn't take. There was a flat he'd used as a drop off he said I could crash at till he got out. It was empty but at least it was out of the elements. It enabled me to find my footing.
I miss the camping.