I didn't post it thinking of deep meanings, but, once you said it:
I watched this week a french movie of a woman who decides to go full crazy and become a "vagabond", living on french roads by feet. It is "Sans toit ni loi", directed by Agnès Varda and released in 1985. It is not a funny nor cute movie, the woman starts the movie dying and you get a glimpse of her last days. I found it a little boresome, but is a very provoking thought on the realms of philosophy: what do we have to give up in order of being truly free? Is it possible to be really free as a human being, specially a woman's body? Gave me some food for thought.
Beautiful boi