About the blog title...

I've been a bit of a gypsy for the last 16 years or so. It's a running joke among my friends, especially since my philosophy on moving is, "If it doesn't fit in the car, it doesn't go." Even my mother won't write my address down in pen. :) Once, in a moment of anger, my sister accused me of having no home.

In my many wanderings, I've found that 'home' isn't a physical place. It's people. Home are the friends you make, the family that you're tied to by blood, and the family that you choose as you move through life. The world is my home, because the world holds the people that mean the most to me, scattered to the four winds and almost never within a reasonable geographical distance.

A couple of years ago, I came across the song that had the blog title's line in it. It seemed apt in describing me. Don't be puzzled if you don't recognize the song or the artist. Neither are mainstream! :) But just in case you're curious, here are the lyrics:

"A Gypsy's Home"
lyrics and vocals by Heather Alexander

Don't tell a gypsy she has no home,
For the land is mine wherever I roam.
To a single place I may not return,
For a gypsy's home is where the heart will burn.

For the road is wide and the sky is tall,
And before I die I will see it all.
Yes, the road is wide and the sky is tall
And before I die I will see it all.

Don't tell a gypsy she has no heart
Though my eyes are dry when we needs must part.
For the gift of love I will give you free.
It will last forever between you and me.

For the road is wide and the sky is tall,
And before I die I will see it all.
Yes, the road is wide and the sky is tall
And before I die I will see it all.

Don't tell a gypsy she has no soul
Though my path will tread where the heathen's stroll.
If you walk a day that is bright and fair,
When you kiss the wind you will find me there.

For the road is wide and the sky is tall,
And before I die I will see it all.
Yes, the road is wide and the sky is tall
And before I die I will see it all.