Many places can be called home. If they are warm and dry and are near cooking washing facilities, life can go on.
Even in a gale our tent barely flaps. The torrential rain sounds like a Samba band at night but we are dry. One night a rodent chewed its way right through the zip of our suitcase. We wonder what the attraction could be, there is no food in there. Luckily they must have been disappointed because they didn't return.
Our beloved tent is a simple haven giving us the freedom to be wherever we need or wish to be.