I’ve always believed life is a long journey with a series of destinations to cover. And we are gypsies. Gypsies who travel from destination to destination and never stop travelling until, of course, we die. We do travel to “higher places” after we die but that is a different matter altogether. While we gypsies undertake this great journey of life, we pick up valuables on our quest and take them along wherever we go. Also, we almost always have to leave certain things behind; not because they don’t matter as much, but because sometimes you need to give them up to find something else instead. And you would know that for a gypsy, there is never a place called a “home to go back to”. Gypsies always leave their abode behind. Everywhere gypsies go, they make a new home. Gypsies carry their homes within themselves, no matter where they go. And therefore, for a gypsy, the home is always where the heart is.
I’m a gypsy. I’m leaving my abode but I’m taking my heart along. For me as well, my home is where my heart is. I’m picking up my valuables to move to a new destination in this journey called life. You can now find me dwelling at www.amarllyis.com.
And as life promised us, there will be more stories on the way to narrate at the new destination. See you there! 
-Sameen
