"Well, I was raised with gypsies. We don't really tend stay in one place all that often. We're nomadic. I suppose the caravan itself used to be home." I smiled remembering it. "I'm not a part of it anymore. Mostly because I made a bad decision. Sometimes I still write letters to my aunt and mom though." I said pulling out paper and ink from my satchel to show him and then placed the items back in. "It always takes quite a while to get to them there because I have to find and pay someone who delivers letters and then, since they're always moving around it can be hard to find them. My aunt has talked to me in my dreams a few times. I'm not sure how that works, but she does it. It's especially strange since those are the only dreams I can remember. Under normal circumstances, I've never been able to remember my dreams." MJ realized that she had been rambling and tried to get back to the question. She answered the question but the next sentence rang in ther ears. I don't think ya ever mentioned ya home. She supposed she didn't really have one of those at the moment. She tried to spin it into a more positive way. "I suppose that currently, however, I am my own home because I haven't found my tangible home yet. What about you?" Marvina asked Nevas and hoped she wasn't intruding by asking.