Jack of Harts

Some people say I have a hint of wanderlust in my genes.  I don’t know about that.  I loved my hometown when I was younger.  I could see anything I wanted to within an hour’s travel time.  I didn’t want to leave, but it wasn’t there to come back to after The War.  Now I wander.  Sometimes I wonder what I would do if I ever found my hometown out there.  Would I stay, or would I wander on?  I honestly don’t know.