I think moving has taught me more than I pictured. It taught me what I miss and what I took for granted. Moving taught me that uprooting my whole life was maybe not the smartest. See I believe my soul is truly 100% without a doubt a gypsy soul and once I get going I don’t want to stop. My wanderlust is constantly oozing out of me and I need to start being more logical about how and when I let it be the star of my life.
I miss my friends.
I miss my old job.
I took things for granted.
I’m going back.
I’m going back to the place that has left an imprint on my life that I just can’t let go of.
I’m terrified to break the news to my job but it’s better than being miserable.
Miserable at best?
I think not. Not anymore!
— thoughts from a melancholy gypsy