And all I want is a gypsy wagon and the open road. Part of it is never having really escaped for more than a few years--it's my childhood home, you see. And part of it is, it's never really been ours, we've caretaken what Mom and Dad made. But it is lovely, at times. And comforting and familiar. I just want new and exhilarating while I can still dodder from place to place.