It's time to pack up the caravan and head back home. We're leaving in the morning. I could lead the life of a gypsy traveling the roads from one end of the country to the other. By the time we get home I might feel like I have done just that. It's 1032 miles. I've made this trip many times in the last 16 years. I don't need a map. I know the way home.
Encampment of Gypsies with Caravans, by Van Gogh 
There are things to be done when I get home. A refrigerator to clean, doctor appointments to keep, bracelets to finish and directions to write.
I'll be back in a couple of days.