To become a wanderer, my grandfather said, you need to be able give up everything you own. Even the friends that you thought you would have forever.
It now feels like a hundred years ago that he told me that. Giving up so much sounded like the hardest thing ever. A life of sacrifices. Not knowing where your next meal would come from. Fear of loneliness. Being sick and cold and night… It’s why I didn’t do it.
My grandfather was not a smart man.