Today's OneWord: Wayward

I traveled the world for seven years with only a wad of cash in my back pocket and a backpack full of photographs and writing journals. I stayed in hostels and tiny homes free of charge because the owners pitied me and thought I would stray into the abyss if they didn't reach out a hand. I was always known as the wayward daughter - unable to behave or remain in one place for very long. I tried to walk to the edge of the world, but there's no such thing, of course, so all I did was move in circles.