1. A member of a people that arrived in Europe in migrations from northern India around the 14th century, now also living in North America and Australia. Many Gypsy groups have preserved elements of their traditional culture, including an itinerant existence and the Romany language.
2. gypsy One inclined to a nomadic, unconventional way of life.
3. A person who moves from place to place as required for employment
So there you have it. According to definitions two and three, I am a gypsy.
Here’s a list of all of the places I’ve lived so far, and approximately the year we moved:
LaCrosse, WI -1995
LaCrosse, WI -1996
Minneapolis, MN- 1998
Rockland, WI -1999
West Salem, WI -2000
LaCrosse, WI -2001
Rochester, MN -2002
Rochester, MN -2003
Dubuque, IA – 2004
Dubuque, IA -2006
LaCrosse, WI -2008
Dixon, IL -2010
Prophetstown, IL -2010
Hazel Park, MI – 2012
Ohio 2013… here I come.
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” — Mark Twain
I’ve had this blog for a year now today. A year now today. Crazy, huh? It’s amazing at how fast that time has flown.
I may not write often, but you can guarantee life is a never ending adventure on this end of the screen.
I just got back yesterday from a small town in Ohio, where I found out my new zip code will be located. It’s a small town, much like where I was living in Illinois; much like the one I’m often homesick for.
I love adventure.
I promise I’ll write soon.
Pull out the tape. This gypsy’s on the move again.
The week before the move, all the way through to the week after, you always seem to be living out of boxes.
Nearly everything is packed, waiting for the truck to arrive tomorrow, and we still have a week left before we leave. I’m getting anxious though. Anxious, and ready to get goin’.
I only have a short time before my room is to be finished. Think I can make it? We only have 3 weeks until the house is to be completely packed. I feel like the end is approaching quickly. By this time next month, I’ll be an official citizen of Michigan.
Boxes are beginning to pile up in my room, and my book shelves are looking pretty empty.
As I write this I can hear my mom downstairs taping up filled boxes.
I’m listening to my Johnny Cash Pandora station while packing up clothes, but I decided to quick take a break and write.
Suppose I should get back to work though.
Moving a family-difficult, but not impossible.
In the 17 years of my life I’ve lived in aproximately 6 states, 9 cities, and 12 different houses.
Quick statistic: I move about every 2 years. There’s nothing wrong with that statistic though. We just never seem to settle in one location.
Though I’ve moved more times then your average person, I enjoy it. I get to experience life in a new place. New towns = new people, new history, new places, and new adventures.
Of course, there’s always a part of me that feels sad-but overall I like the change.
For more updates on my life, keep checking back.