Today is my blog’s fourth birthday. If it were a child, it’d be speaking in full sentences and probably getting ready to attend kindergarten in the fall.
And also if it were a child, I would be in jail because I haven’t paid attention to it in over a year.
It’s been many moons since I’ve updated anything on this domain, but today I feel that I should post something worth documenting in my life.
Ever since I’ve been old enough to perceive what the word meant, I’ve known I was adopted. It’s not something my parents ever tried to hide from me, most likely because they wanted to instill pride in my personal origins, or to show that they wanted a child enough even though their physiology could not properly provide them with one. Or they wanted to make sure I didn’t ever think that my ‘real’ mother didn’t love me. I’m droning on.
Anyway, my biological mother found me today. It was through a Facebook message, and she said she had been looking for me for years. At first I was skeptical; I didn’t want either of us to end up disappointed. But after having her message my mom a bit, they both realized the truth: the woman who gave birth to me now lives in California.
It seems weird to think of a sentence like that. The shock really hasn’t worn off yet. Or I’m not really sure how things will change. Confused.
Whenever I first tell people that I’m adopted most people ask if I’d ever tried to find my real parents. Usually I’d respond that by saying that I have found my real parents, and that I still live with them. To me, the ones that raised me are more important than the ones that created me. I guess it’d be different if my parents were jerks or something,bur they’re not. I’ve had absolutely supportive and loving parents my entire life, so seeking the ones that were unable to raise me back then didn’t seem too important.
Turns out she was seeking me the entire time.
I still don’t really know what to think though.
Ill have to come back to this topic later, once I can fully perceive what this all means.
Until then, adieu.
As per usual, I’m slicin’ up papers into snowflakes this year. I thought about tryin’ to sell them, but then I’d feel obligated to make a profit on them, and I’m no prophet, so I’m gonna give some away for free to any takers. I’ll send five to ya, if you message me your address. I’ve got quite a few made already, so I should be able to get them out pretty quick in time for whatever holiday you like to dance to.
So, anyone want me to send ‘em some fancy flakes?
I’m sorry I don’t tumbl very often. I just, I don’t know, can’t ever think of anything to say. Well I probably can, I just don’t ever think “now THAT’S something worth tumblin’.” Things would probably be a lot easier if I didn’t have a 2006 phone. Remember 2006? People were still using Yahoo back then.
So like, I dunno. Sorry for such a dum post. I’m too tired for coherency. I should really be doing laundry, not queuing posts.