Who can miss home in a place like this?

That brat of a cousin of mine, Mircea, swore I would be back with the family within a month.  He thought I wouldn't be able to make it on me own.
But-sweet angels above-how could I ever want to go back now?
A few nights ago, I met up with some fellow rovers, and I learned their steps fast enough, and we danced the night away.  One of my favorite parts about voyaging is the learning: new songs, new dances, new stories, things you might never know if you look down the road and think, "Hmm, not today."  After, I fell asleep as the sun started to rise and woke up with half the day gone.  Mami would have called it wasted-but I think the day can never be wasted when you are spending it with joy. I love everything about it here. The strange accents the people have here, the heather, the way the sky just stretches forever, with naught a mountain in sight, save a few copses and hills.  Sometimes I race myself up them and see if I can jump long enough to fly. My sisters and I used to play such silly games as wee ones.
Last night, the stars were so beautiful.  The moon was but a sliver.
I love it here, but it's nights like this, when I remember the stories mami tells over the fire, about the people and the bears and the wolves in the stars, that I think maybe, I can love it here, but still miss home.
Is that possible? To want to be in two places at once? I have never had to choose before.
Enough of that. I am enjoying myself, and I cannot wait to reach London.
-Tinka