The world made it clear to me
The world made it very clear to me, years ago, that there would be no other job or home for me other than the ones that (with a lot of luck) became my current job and home.
I even went so far as to pad my CV with experiences, skills and qualifications I didn’t actually have, just to see if any recruiter would bother to show up, but even that didn’t work. I suppose that some of the truth I kept even in my experimental-detective CV (my face? my age?...) was enough to rule me out from the start, without even needing an interview, and regardless of whether I had been a Minister of Industry, a Wimbledon champion, or a Nobel laureate in physics (and no, I didn’t use such ridiculous examples, but rather others that balanced the eye-catching with the plausible).
If I lose just one of these two things (my job or my home), everything will be definitively over, regardless of my outlook on life and anyone’s outlook on anything.
The reason I cannot register my address there has to do with the fact that the owner isn’t my landlord, but his uncle, who is around ninety years old. Although I have been living there for a few years now, it was agreed from the beginning that this was an emergency housing, that I couldn’t register my address there, and that as soon as the ninety-year-old man passed away, I would have to leave the house. Some people live to one hundred, but it's likely that the elderly man will die any day now, and then it will all be over.