I will reiterate my take on it.
Susan's place is friends (not family as some like to say, but friends). I consider the friendship worth MORE to me, as family isn't a choice, you are stuck with them whereas friends, it is a deliberate thing to call a person a friend.
I prefer to hang out with my friends, and sure, some days the hanging out can be what it is, just killing time with friends

But frankly, I suffer MORE when I go back to the 'real' world, as frankly, the real world, it has very little of worth to me.
I mean, look at it. I can point you to all manner of negative religious news items, science items where science is a mad gorilla out of control, then there is all the politics, which half the time is religion vs science with a side order of climate discussions.
And all the hassle of the modern world, which I think has gone too far down the road of too much tech.
Increasingly, I am finding myself wanting to say screw the real world, I want to retreat into worrying about dresses, and hair dos, and make up and new cooking recipes, and my hobbies like anime where it is all funny and some models and just close off and isolate and ignore the rest of the 'real' world.
My being TG and in the wrong body, yes it is a daily nuisance, a hassle I never stop thinking about. But really, the things that cause me the most depression are actually my disability, and my inability to support myself, and not own a home and if worrying all the time about my waist measurements prevents me from thinking about fybromyalgia, and if fussing over the cost of HRT and THAT surgery keeps me too preoccupied about no home and no workshop, I think it is the lesser of the hells that already ruined my 90s and the previous decade.
I am here, because the real world is nothing to talk about fondly.