I am currently living out of a suitcase.  My surroundings change wildly and drastically from day to day.  

Two nights ago I slept in a Soho loft apt with a built-in stage, curtain and lights.  This morning I woke up in my sweaty, dim, apartment in Brooklyn, arms dangling off the futon.  A few hours later I was on the beach staring at the atlantic ocean, and now I am curled up in a cozy wicker chair in a beautiful Hamptons home with 2 children sleeping soundly in the rooms beyond.  

To say that every minute of this is thrilling would be to lie, for in all honesty, the Hamptons are lovely- but I am in fact here to work, and away from the life, family, friends that I have set up for myself in the City.  And though couch-hopping can be grande fun, there is something about feeling like you have a spaceof your own waiting for you to come home to that creates a sense of safety in this whirl-wind town.

So this brings me to wonder what it is that makes a home for me?  Is it really the lack of bed that leaves me feeling slightly a-drift?  The act of transferring clothes btw laundry and suitcase without them ever touching a dresser of closet?  Or maybe it is just that New York City has a way of making you feel like you are being swept about by tides that aren’t really in your control- being sent with the wind, whether you asked to step outside or not.

All of this to say… Im feeling slightly unrooted these days, yet Im finding that in the midst of my new gypsy lifestyle I have strong tethers that keep me grounded.  I have roots, they just aren’t in a material sense at the moment.  

When I relax enough to let go of my anxieties over dwindling bank accounts and uncertain prospects, I realize that I am finding myself in some really incredible situations… some enjoyable, some trying, but always eye-opening.  And always a surprise.  Usually, the most incredible moments are only tainted by the fact that I wish to be sharing them with family or friends.

This leads me to believe that people are my home.  And that is a home that I am more than willing to settle down in.

I think I like this Gypsy Summer.  I think it may end up holding many of my all-time favorite memories.

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