Four months ago, I donated practically everything I owned to charity. What remained of my worldly possessions hardly filled half of a 70L backpack. I looked at the measly pile of clothes and toiletries and thought, “Is this really all I’ll need for the next few years?” Now, I see that it’s more than I need. I don’t need anything. For four months, I’ve carried my entire life on my back – and it’s gotten heavy. It’s slowed me down and held me back. Stuff has that tendency. After a month in Israel, I’d hardly seen anything. I didn’t want the hassle of moving things. So, I left it all behind. I grabbed my camera, a pen and paper, my magic scarf, a few clean pairs of underwear and socks, and stood by the side of
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