A Gypsy in the Making?

Something is wrong with me.

Alright, hold your wisecracks.

This is different for me.

I do not want to be at home.

All I want to do is go away.

I don't care if it's a hotel

or camping in the wilderness.

I want to go, go, go.

I don't remember ever being like this before.

Is it age?

I hope it's not a mid life crisis...I think I'm too old for that now.

Is it escapism?

Nothing is any worse than it's ever been so I don't think it is.

Or...is it something I remember my parents joking about?

They used to kid(?) that we were all "part gypsies" because we all liked to move around so much.

Oh boy.

When I did my blog post back in May,

I'd vowed to "step out of my comfort zone" this year. 

But being a gypsy isn't exactly what I had in mind.

I think I'll try "running" away a few more times before school starts.

I hope that will cure me.

However, if you see me wearing boots,

large hoop earrings,

scarves and skirts,

please, gently let me know

that I've crossed the line.