Let’s Stop Pretending Homelessness Is a Choice.
She used to call it her “grand tour of friendship.” A year spent rotating between spare rooms, pull-out sofas, and the occasional yoga mat on a floor. It wasn’t until she caught her own reflection in a gas station bathroom mirror in the middle of the night, toothbrush in hand, that she let the word she’d been dodging settle in: homeless.
Not the kind you see on a sidewalk with a cardboard sign. The hidden kind. The kind with a job, a LinkedIn profile, and a standing invitation to “crash as long as you need.” The kind that’s quietly exploded into an entire economy of people sleeping in cars, vans, and other people’s spare bedrooms…often while telling ourselves it’s just an adventure, a minimalist choice, a gap year for the soul.
In a way, that’s exactly the debate tearing through our cultural conscience. Is this new wave of hidden homelessness a liberation or a disaster? A brave reinvention of home, or the rotting evidence of a broken social contract?
She sat on both sides of the argument. On one hand, the freedom was real. When she finally bought a used minivan and ripped out the back seats, she tasted something intoxicating. No rent. No mortgage. She woke up to ocean views or mountain light. She joined a thriving community of nomads. They swapped campsite tips on CheapRVLiving forums, who quoted Bob Wells’ mantra that “home is where you park it.”
Minimalism gurus praised them. #Vanlife influencers posted sun-drenched photos of barefoot breakfasts by open sliding doors. There is, undeniably, a genuine rejection of consumerist excess here. A slap in the face to the banks that sold them loans they couldn’t afford.
Moms 4 Housing, a group of unhoused mothers in Oakland, famously reclaimed a vacant investment property in 2019. They argued that empty homes in a housing crisis are the real theft. Squatters, they say, aren’t criminals. They’re human beings exercising a right to shelter. When you see a family turn an abandoned building into a home, it’s hard not to feel that something righteous is at play.
Choice requires alternatives. Researchers estimate that over half a million Americans are “hidden homeless” on any given night. The majority didn’t choose it. They’re one medical bill, one layoff, one divorce away from a parking lot.
The “freedom” of vehicle dwelling is corrosive when you can’t stand up to put on pants, when you’re afraid to fall asleep because of a knock on the window, or when you lose a job offer because you don’t have a permanent address.
Jessica Bruder’s Nomadland exposed a dark underbelly. Seniors working Amazon warehouse shifts, living in RVs not out of wanderlust but because Social Security doesn’t cover rent.
And squatting? Tell that to a homeowner who spends years saving for a property, only to find strangers claiming “rights” inside it. The law, in many places, lets occupants stay for months during eviction proceedings, leaving owners with legal fees and a gutted sense of security. Where is the justice for them?
So which is truer my friend? The vanlife fantasy or the housing nightmare? The radical housing activist or the violated property owner?
The uncomfortable reality is that both are authentic, and that’s precisely why we can’t look away. The line between “adventurer” and “refugee” has become so thin it’s essentially a mood. A vibe. I’ve been both in the same week, sipping coffee over a sunrise I chose, then hiding my car from security because I had nowhere else to go.
Maybe the answer isn’t deciding on who’s right. It’s a reckoning with a society that has made housing a privilege rather than a foundation. When your couch becomes someone’s last net, and my van becomes both a cage and a key, we’re all teetering on something fragile.
So many of us are one thin thread away from falling into homelessness…and we’re still undecided about what to call the fall.
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