Well May is over, such an up-and-down month for me historically. Birthday month for me and my mom, Mother’s Day, but also the month in which my sister died in 1990. As well, it's the month that I made my first “nomad journey” in 1978, moving from Montreal to England, my life turning so completely around over the two and a half years I lived there, with my pregnancy, having Laurie, making memories of living in other places than "home," in fact, continuing the journey that had begun with my mother's death, that "home" is something that is very illusory. That said, I will never regret making that decision in 1978, my whole subsequent life has evolved from that decision. I was listening to a podcast with Light Watkins, an interesting man who has become a “nomad,” thus my reference above to my nomad journey. A few years ago he decided to sell or give away everything he had and go down to living life with a backpack and a carry-on bag. (Apparently lately he’s no