I gave most of what I owned to the Des Moines battered women's shelter and to the Bosnian refugees, packed what i could into the back of my pickup truck and drove around the country seeing America for most of the year. I felt like a vagabond. I had my mountain bike and logged a lot of miles on the weekends. Many externships had some sort of student housing, but most were not exactly places where you'd want to be.
The Salt Lake City VA program had a large closet on a half-vacant floor of an office building! You had to walk past business people doing work then turn into your closet! Oh my heck! They'd be arriving for work in the morning and you'd be walking down the hall from the restroom in your jammies, toofbrush in mouf.
The Leavenworth, KS VA was haunted. What's that sudden putrid smell??? Why did my latched door just fly open in the middle of the night??? What just blew through the room??? How come the attic light just went on??? It sucked! And I was there for four months!!! I aged more that rotation than at any other time in my life.
Phoenix student house had a broken A/C and a severely leaking faucet. I was there in August so it was 120F during the day and 105F at night, but at least that faucet made the house humid. It was so hot that we students (even the pretty ones) were half-naked most of the time. That wasn't so bad. We sneaked into the ICU late one night and "borrowed" some fans.
Sometimes I was able to find an apartment for short-term rental.
Good times, good times...
Nat