Living in a fucking RV.

So my family moved states and we’re living in an RV until the house is built... 3 months in and we haven’t even started building a house and I honestly don’t know when we will. I hate this. It’s making me so depressed. This state doesn’t even feel like home yet because we don’t even have an actual house. I feel like we’ll be in this thing forever and it stresses me and makes me so depressed. No privacy. Don’t even have a bed to yourself. Simple things like cooking is a struggle. Sharing a bathroom with men is disgusting and I’m the one cleaning it. We have dogs so it makes this thing feel even smaller. No friends or other family in this state. Can’t even get out of this thing because of covid. I want to cry and get it all about but I can’t even fucking cry in peace. If I say how much I hate the rv then I’m complaining and spoiled.