I stumbled upon a homeless person's camp today.
A small brown puppy with a green collar was sitting on a sidewalk. I noticed it during my drive to the office from lunch. I pulled over immediately and walked over to where the puppy was. I fully intended to rescue it. The puppy ran into the woods barking as I approached it. I noticed that the path into the woods was well worn, so I walked in.
There were a couple of tents in a clearing a few feet into the woods. The puppy was next to the far tent. The puppy was not agressive. It stayed next to the tent. Barking.
I heard no person there. The camp did not look like much, just a few old tents and some assorted things. It looked shabby.
Home is typically a feeling that transcends the traditional four-wall house. Sometimest the idea of home is associated with a neighborhood, sometimes with a person, sometimes with particular pieces of furniture.
Sometimes home is a shabby tent in a clearing in the woods with a brown puppy protecting it.