At present time my own daughter has experienced changing schools due to district redrawing but she has the Internet and a cell phone and keeps in contact with her friends.  She has friends that attended the same kindergarten she did and that floors me.  I’ve recently begun to set down roots and in doing so I’ve learned that keeping myself closed off is a real drag.  I’m still learning how to be a lasting friend, I treasure the new relationships I am gaining but it is still a hard knock life.  I’ve had a few bumps on the way and have been burned but looking back on it I know it was my fault.  I chose the wrong people to be friends with simply because they tolerated me and I wanted to feel connected.

            I overlooked vices and actions that I wouldn’t allow in people if they tried to come around my daughter.  I took verbal abuse and put downs simply because I thought I needed to feel connected to people.  I spent a few years doing this until I found that my life had actually taken a turn for the worst and I was spending time with people that didn’t add value to my life, instead they put me and my child in danger and I lived in a constant state of drama.  I decided to be a gypsy again and left that apartment complex and cut off contact with those people.  At this time I began working at my present job and kept mostly to myself.  My faith in people had been shaken and I withdrew into my former gypsy life.

            When things don’t go right – move.  When you’re unhappy – move.  When you don’t get what you want – move.  This is how I think and it’s a hard habit to break.  Being a gypsy isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.  It’s a hard and lonely existence and it is something that has to be a part of who you are, not because you want it to be, but because you don’t know any better.  So…are you really a gypsy?