Gypsies No More
We have moved back to Rochester. For good! I know, it's a big sentence. I've been more or less a gypsy all my life. Those would be my mother's words, but I find it to be true. My youngest brother is the same way. Actually, he is even more of a gypsy, because he lived homeless in Hawaii for 5 months. I've realized over the past couple of years or so that Mike and I really need to settle in a city and not move from there ever again. It works for some people to relocate for their entire lives, but I get too attached to people. When we first moved to NYC, I figured I would never make any lifelong friends, and I prepared myself to miss my Rochester friends and just "deal" with people in Brooklyn. I'm not sure why I felt that way, maybe because I'd never lived in NYC and thought everyone was mean and/or selfish. However, I found that, over time, I grew to love a select number of people. There were a lot of people who defied logic in horrible wa