I walk along a wind-whipped beach, sand soft beneath my feet, gulls laughing overhead, and imagine what it will be like in a week, after four years on the nomad road, to be home, again . Trepidation bubbles as the ocean roars. I strike a barefoot warrior pose and wonder: how to preserve my gypsy spirit   back in the big city, Washington, DC – inside the belly of the beast? When I first hit the road in June of 2021, I was really only meant to be gone for a year. I rented out