Introduction

 I believe that your past is not something you have any ownership of, you forfeit possession of it as you pass it by moving forward into the future, gaining new experiences, new friends, and very valuable perspective of what lies behind you.  

The only way to truly own your past, is to write it down.  

I would like to take a minute to define the word gypsy, as it pertains to me.  

Never at any point was i living in a caravan selling palm readings or telling fortunes with a crystal ball..... More like never in the same place for too long, free spirit, no plan exactly.... all the things that make your parent's fillings throb. 

  Despite all my moving around, I've always been a Michigan girl at heart.  If i could choose how i'd die it would be standing on top of a powdery white sand dune among the tall grass, gazing across a vast spread of glistening green-blue water all the way to that tiny line that marks the horizon of my heart.  

Perhaps Michigan's regionally diverse offerings and extreme raw beauty is why i haven't been able to sit still for any substantial amount of time.

This is a story of my life over the past ten years, living like a gypsy.