I am home sick. i have been squirreled away at the convention center in Milwaukee for the Bead and Button Show. I have meet so many great people here and reconnected with so many friends that I should feel surrounded by good vibes and happiness, but the truth is no matter how wonderful the experience has been, I miss my home, I miss my dirt.
When I get home late tonight I will go to sleep in my own bed and in the morning I will walk through my garden and assess the changes that have occurred worry about the plants that look neglected and moan over the work that needs to be done.
I could never be a gypsy. I need my roots and they need to touching my small piece of earth.