I've never owned a home, so I feel the same like it's just not my home. Any day you could lose your place to live. I also grew up without a bathroom, an outhouse, and I have faint memories of that. I didn't like it, but was so happy when they finally got a real bathroom with a real tub. The three of us kids used to bath in the same water, in the kitchen for pete's sake, but hey, at least they fed us and clothed us.

One house we rented, I heard noises. The neighbors across the road swore they had some paranormal activity. I never let it bother me. I did have a dream the week before we moved that I should never leave that home, or things would go downhill, and they sure did!