It's all relative. I know, much of the world suffers far more than I. Places where despite being besieged by daily violence, famine, and terrorism, the most common cause of death is diarrhea. Then living with Nan and Marty for over a year, I realized it can be even worse than that.
Seriously though, I appreciate having my own place, and enough government assistance to eat reasonably well, now. I appreciate it so much more, having struggled so hard to keep my head above water, with less.
I'm so fucking tired of aiming for any more than this. I'm just happy to have a place to live. I'm not so sure that's such a bad thing. We work with what we can. The only promise life keeps is suffering. Appreciate when it gives us a break.