My Mom in a fit of anger, called me and told me not to move to California or New York, she said to stay between the two bridges; the Golden Gate and the Brooklyn Bridge, I can only assume.
I woke up annoyed, still desiring warmer weather and knowing she probably wants me to stay put in real life. She has so often called me her gypsy daughter. She should feel satisfied that I feel complacent here in this city that I love more than anything right now. She should feel relieved that I feel content in my situation and my life here. I love everything right now.
Although, I feel Hawaii may some day be in my future.