Was I a gypsy?

I am not a nomadic person who speaks Romany....I've never been a textbook person you would define as a gypsy roaming around from place to place. But I have been called a gypsy on the content that in my adult lifetime I have moved around quite often. I used to think that it was because I couldn't bond myself to any one place. I never felt grounded enough to call one place home. I always felt a draw to keep moving, keep searching-like I was needed in another place to fulfill some kind of destiny; such as it was. I originally moved to get away from some very toxic relationships. I moved for self preservation.
 For the better part of my life I have been searching for love that would attach to me and make me feel like I was finally "home". That might sound a bit odd. But it's been something I've had a deep longing for. Actually I'm still in want. But life has changed its meaning over this last year or so, so I keep myself open to finding that love, that I felt I didn't deserve-but I think I do now....Yeah, I know, took me long enough to figure that out-right??! :)
I have spent my time living in places like Seattle, Monroe, Everett, Kirkland, Gigharbor, Puyallup and Tacoma, Washington; owning 5 houses and renting a few places.

 I worked as a social worker the longest-and on the board of a steering committee for a woman's domestic violence shelter, the DV helpline, certified educated area police, church authorities, firefighters etc.. I also worked retail, fine crystal sales lady, Hallmark store. I even worked as a housekeeper for a very wealthy family for a while. My greatest job was raising my four amazing sons and doing my best to keep them safe and well loved by me.
I made a decision to move to Oregon. It had been a personal wish for myself in my early twenties. I got the chance by needing to flee another harsh relationship. Live and learn- I did finally wake up!.
 I moved to Portland and went to college there. I studied art history and medical sciences. I've lived in Tigard, Glendale, bought another house and got my nursing cert., then to Grants pass, back to Portland, worked at Legacy hospital and retail again (to make ends meet) , then after my last two sons graduated, back to Grants pass, then to Newport where I wanted to retire, near the ocean ( another dream of mine) Got called back to Grants pass for a short while so I could care for my sister while she fought and finally got taken away from me from breast cancer. I moved back to Newport. Newport is where I feel the most at home. Although I sometimes get an itch to move back to Portland or who knows...I find myself being needed here. My family, my friends, old and new, my faith...are all giving me a bit of a grounding that I have been needing for quite some time. The ocean is a big part of this draw. When I can walk on the sandy beaches with the roar of the tides, the soft breezes and salty fresh clean air permeating my senses-I know I am right where I need to be at this time, at this moment. Only my God can pull my roots and ask me to follow to where I need to be in the future. Maybe, just maybe, He will give me a good life, a good love right here where I call home so I can take the wheels off my traveling trailer~ hehe

 I don't think I was traveling place to place- being a lost soul.

 Reflecting now, I think I have had to grow in an unorthodox way. Hopefully helping others as they needed me along the way made a difference. 

 So maybe I have found my little piece of sunshine in my travels as a gypsy.

peace out my wondering tribesmen