Life as a Gypsy… Kinda :-\
Gypsies are wanderers. They have a “traditionally ascribed freedom or inclination to move from place to place.” Only, they are lucky in that they usually travel in a tribe, or family group. I travel alone. I live alone. I cook for one, and eat alone. I settle alone and I never stay for long. I don’t like where I am, and I don’t like where I’ve been, but I don’t know where to go next. And it’s all severely taking its toll on me these days as I gear up for an endless parade of weddings after graduations these next few months. Some of which I am invited too, none of which I am a part of. And I think that’s what hurts me most.
I’m not a part of anyone’s life. I’m just a moth flitting at the edge, watching and celebrating their lives as they live them. As much as I would like to think that a friendship can last a lifetime, mine usually don’t. Oh, I will have people I knew back in my Taylor days, or my KY days, or even my Germany days, but I won’t know them, and they won’t know me anymore. I won’t know what their days are like, or what their lives are like, what their joys and troubles are, or be there to celebrate their ups and cheer them when they are down, because I am simply not there.
I’m not my best friends’ best friend, because I’m not there. And I can’t be there for her, and I’ve never been there for her when she needed me (if she ever did). So why is she my best friend? I guess she isn’t anymore. But no one has replaced her even if I have been replaced.
I’ll never be someone’s Maid of Honor, or even stand in a friends wedding, or plan a shower (not that I would be any good at it mind you O.o), or even be around to attend a shower. And the one time I would have been a Godmother, I wasn’t there to be it.
I was honored to stand in Uru’s wedding. It was a wonderful experience and I’ll never forget it. 
Life as a gypsy is an adventure, full of colorful places and people, spectacular views and magnificent sunsets; starry night skies, and days both bright and dull. The road I look down stretches ever onward into the distance and, sadly, has no end in sight.