I am a gypsy. Let me explain. I may not be Romanian but I am a nomad. Well, in the lightest sense of the word. You see I've always lived in the same city...hardly the typical life of a gypsy who is supposed to travel from place to place. But my general nature is exploratory. I carry my world around with me in a series of bags. My Volkswagon beetle is full of books and clothes and random crap that I'm convinced someone could build a life out of if need be. My car is like an episode of Survivor Man. I feel the need to be prepared in any situation to just go...I'm still not sure why.
Here is another thing about gypsies: We hate to commit. That one word has caused me more grief than its worth. I am a chronic too late to commit type of a girl. I'll decide to go in head first after I've made some irreversible mistake in the relationship.
As you may presume, I am single. I considered naming this blog Single White Female Conquers Need for Man. However, I feared that my humor in turning my personal thoughts into a personal ad would be lost and no doubt some idiot would think I was seriously trying to catch attention by titling my blog as such. I also thought it seemed a bit standoffish. The truth is, eventually I want a guy, just not now. So I am sunshine gypsy, the joining of two of my many nicknames.
The Sunshine bit is my oldest and dearest nickname. My Dad and Mom call me Sunshine, after the song, "You are my Sunshine." The Gypsy part is relatively new, you see I have this strange affinity for earrings. Very large, ostentatious over the top earrings. And black eyeliner (this is indicated in the picture above). So when I got a job at a new restaurant back in October of '09 one of my trainers was convinced that I was a gypsy. To this day, that is what I'm called there. That and "little orange girl" by one of the cooks because I'm tan.
This is an experiment. An experiment because I am not entirely sure what I am going to say or what I am trying to accomplish but merely because I love to write and I find it therapeutic. I feel going into something not knowing what you want out of it is very gypsy-esque so its fits.
