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Peace and love, and in his name.

Anji Tee

So what is a domesticated gypsy anyway?

do⋅mes⋅ti⋅cate  [duh-mes-ti-keyt] , -cat⋅ed, -cat⋅ing.
–verb (used with object)

1. to convert to domestic uses; tame.
2. to tame (an animal) to live in close association with human beings as a pet or work animal and usually creating a dependency so that the animal loses its ability to live in the wild.
3. to accustom to household life or affairs.

gyp·sy also Gip·sy (jĭp'sē)
n. pl. Gyp·sies also Gip·sies

1. one inclined to a nomadic, unconventional way of life.
2. a person who moves from place to place as required for employment, especially.

This name was given to me by a friend one evening, as a nickname to sum up the complexities of me. I tend to do things the hard way sometimes.

I grew up in a strict home where I was expected to do as I was told without questioning the why. I was expected to stick with what I started. For example, I chose to pursue a degree in psychology because it seemed to be a career which would address my family's and my professors' hopes and dreams for me...which included my becoming a doctor, lawyer, or teacher. I remember going to my parents midway through school to request permission to change my major to interior design. That conversation turned out to be a disaster (however in hindsight, I am unsure as why I needed their permission...)

After graduation I decided that the last thing I was interested in was going straight into the Master's Degree in Counseling program, or in settling for a white picket fence kinda life. No offense really - but at that point I had felt "fenced in" for so long that I knew I needed to hit the open road instead....

During the next twenty years I learned alot. I have worked in Social Work, Law Enforcement, Litigation, as well as a little other dilly dallying along the way. So here I am, at 41, living in a nearly 5,000 square foot home, in a perfect little subdivision, with two talented and expressive children and a handsome executive husband....often wishing that I lived simply in a Craftsman cottage with a shiny Airstream trailer (completely redone inside with bright funky fabrics, pom pons, and custom lighting). Of course this dream still includes my family and my dog, however it would have us pursuing our passions instead of corporate captivity, and living simply in an artsy little neighborhood where we could ride our bikes to a market or to a nearby body of water) What's wrong with me? Ugh.

Thus, I have been deemed...a "domesticated gypsy".