I was never meant to be a nomad

I was never meant to be a nomad, for sure. What with all the complications of chronic illnesses, access to meds and insurance, I'm destined to be a one-place- lifer. This comes as a shock and frustrating revelation to me. I've always wanted to travel. Especially after last summer. I lived with more nomads than you could count. They had absolutely nothing... but they seemed so happy. They knew what it meant to be non-materialistic and baske in good and uncomplicated simplicity. I wish things were different, you know? But I guess that will never get me anywhere. Is freedom really free?