I've lived between my parents houses for the last of 20 years, between the ages of 8 (When my parents got divorced) until about 16 I slept on a couch every time I visited my dad, he couldn't afford his own place and he lived with his brother (My uncle). Now, I live with my dad permanently that he has his own place. He's married now to, so there's six of us living here. The house is never quiet and never alone.
I'll say one thing. Divorce sucks and living between two places (Essentially two lives) sucks even more. I literally felt like a different person with each parent I was with.