You could say that I come by my wanderlust honestly. The daughter of a free-spirited, surfer/waitress and a professional cross-country mover, I had seen most of the country from the dog trot of an eighteen-wheeler before I started kindergarten. My parents lived on a houseboat before I came along, lending to the aversion of setting down too strong of roots.
By the way, my name’s Jessica. Nice to meet ya! Now, you may be asking yourself what could cause someone with such peregrinating feet to settle down and establish roots? How does one become a Rooted Gypsy? Well, love of course!
The Rooted Part of the Equation
A Nurse Practioner and the son of a 4th generation farmer/rancher, he couldn’t imagine a life without dirt under his fingernails and the sound of content livestock in the fields.
Having never been on a vacation and only traveling with the college football team, going somewhere for the sheer joy of going was somewhat of a novelty. Enter me, stage right. I started dragging him on every type of conceivable trip (sometimes kicking and screaming).
But it wasn’t long until curiosity took root and he, too, was counting down the days until our next adventure.
Feeding Our Gypsy Souls
We make the most out of weekend getaways, work alongside each other on the farm, and embrace any adventure that comes our way! Who knows, maybe one day will uproot ourselves and slow travel the world (a girl can dream, right?!?) Until then I must remain the Rooted Gypsy.
But we will always stay curious, travel, connect, learn and come back home better for it.
Are You A Rooted Gypsy?
I know we aren’t the only ones. Are you a fellow Rooted Gypsy? Want to connect and share your stories on The Rooted Gypsy?
Disclaimer: While I will always strive for correctness and accuracy in my posts, please know that these accounts come straight from our first-hand experiences or from guest bloggers experiences and therefore are subject to differ greatly from others opinions and experiences.