I don't think I could be homeless.
Homeless to me means no where to go, sleeping on a bench in the park. I couldn't do that.
So... I'm swimming against the tide and going with rich and hated - I love a good mattress!
Homeless and loved, hands down. If you've got friends and family who love you, you're rich anyway! Remember the end of It's a Wonderful Life? When George Bailey is dead broke, surrounded by everyone who loves him, and is pronounced "the richest man in town!"
Well, I would have to say rich and hated. Maybe people just hate me because I'm rich (ha-in my dreams kinda rich, lol.) I just can not imagine making the choice to be homeless with all my daughters, and our darn dog.